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out the bear was in sight, not far away, 

 but too far to shoot from the cabin. 

 He was an enormous grizzly, and was 

 going slowly away. White ran down 

 toward him and I followed. As we 

 got nearer to him we both blazed 

 away. Before either of us could load 

 (we had no Winchester or other 

 breech loaders then) the grizzly 

 turned on us, and, with surprising 

 quickness, had White between his 

 paws, with his (White's) right arm in 

 his capacious mouth. His eyes glared 

 down on Jim, who had reserved his 

 fire and was casting about trying to 

 get in a shot without hitting White. 

 White's left arm was still free. He 

 had gotten hold of his knife and was 

 driving it into the bear's side with ter- 

 rible force, which soon made the bear 

 let go White's arm and catch his head 

 in his mouth. Just then Jim sent a 

 ball crashing through the bear's heart, 



and I had meantime emptied my re- 

 volver into his back. He rolled over, 

 but not until he had taken White's 

 scalp entirely off, with one ear and 2 

 small pieces of skull bone with it. 



We pulled White away from the 

 bear and got him to the cabin, as soon 

 as possible. His head was an awful 

 looking sight, but he was in his right 

 mind and gave us directions how to 

 wash off and bind up his head. After 

 awhile, when he became quiet, he told 

 Jim to take the pickle jar and put his 

 scalp in it, with the ear and bones, and 

 fill it with whisky, so they would keep. 

 Jim said he would do it, but that it was 

 " an awful waste of whisky." 



The bear was a very large one, and 

 made one of the worst fights I had 

 ever seen. Jim stayed with White un- 

 til he recovered, while I returned to 

 Cold Spring and sent in such supplies 

 as they needed. 





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No use to print this man's other name. Every reader of RECREATION will recognize 

 him at sight. 



