298 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
right there and on a spot of ground not to exceed four acres, and these 
pesky devils (pointing to the pelts on the wall) must be responsible as 
I caught all four of them within a quarter of a mile of that spot—two 
of them right on the point—and got them all in three hours’ time.” 
He told the following story: “Upon going to the Prairie to look 
for my cattle, I had to pass very near that point. I took my dogs with 
me (pointing to a large bluish white-faced dog he called ‘Old Grit’ and 
a white and black spotted bitch he called ‘Foxey’.) As we got near, 
‘Old Grit’ scented something and was soon off. We followed and dis- 
covered that he had found a deer, buried beneath sticks and leaves, 
that had been killed perhaps only that night, as none of it had been 
eaten. In a few minutes the dog left this spot and began smelling 
around, and suddenly stopped again and began to dig. He found an- 
other deer that had just been killed and buried. He did not linger at 
this spot and was off again on a dead run up the hill. It was beginning 
to get interesting to me so I followed the dog. He was now barking 
very loudly and I hastened in his direction to find that he had that 
devil (pointing to the largest hide) treed in a big fir. Unfortunately, I 
did not have my gun, so I left the dogs in charge and hurried back to 
the house, a mile away. Upon my return, needless to say, I made 
peace with that fellow in a very short time. 
“ “Roxey’ and I started back toward the deer to look around further 
and ‘Old Grit’ started in another direction. It was only a few minutes 
until his loud barking drew us to where he was, and, to my astonish- 
ment, if he didn’t have one of those little fellows up another tree. I 
killed it and thought it surely was doing a land office business to have 
killed two panthers in one day. 
“We again went to the place where we had found the deer cCar- 
casses, ‘Old Grit’ came with us this time and the dogs became busy at 
once digging deer out from almost any place, it seemed. Some of them 
looked as if they had been killed several days, as they were partly 
eaten—others had hardly been touched. I followed the dogs as they 
would move from one carcass to another, and suddenly ‘Old Grit’ 
scented something and was off again in a minute, ‘Foxey’ after 
him. I was lead to them by their barking and found that they had treed 
the old mother cat up a hemlock. I was not long killing her and felt 
sure that we had now gotten the whole family of panthers. I felt fine; 
it was getting late and I did not want to spend the night in a bone yard 
so started home. We had not gone far when the dogs simultaneously 
scented something and were off again in the same direction. Shortly 
I heard them bark and knew they had something treed again, but it 
was now so dark I could not see to shoot. I debated whether to go 
home for a lantern and return, and decided that I might as well clean 
up a good day’s business. Upon my return with the lantern, I found 
that the dogs had this other little fellow up a fir snag. I killed him 
and reached home in fairly good time at that.” 
I asked, “I suppose you slept good that night with all your excite- 
ment?’ “Slept good? Why every time I shut my eyes I could see big 
panthers, small panthers, old panthers, young panthers, over me, under 
me, why everything was panthers. The next morning we went back to 
the point and found the carcasses of eighteen deer. Apparently none of 
them had been killed over ten or twelve days, as they were hardly de- 
cayed, but we did not find any more panthers.” 
So this is the reason the old gentleman wanted the people to have 
the deer, for certain enough at that rate of slaughter all the deer in 
this county would not last long. In the last five years, Mr. Warner, 
with these two dogs, has killed 78 wild cats, 24 panthers and 27 bears. 
These two dogs are the best in the state and Mr. Warner will put them 
up against anything in the state for money, marbles or moss agates. 
