A BALD-FACED GRIZZLY IN CAMP. 



M. W. Miner. 



I had a circus here in Cripple Sheep for the cause of the stampede. About 



Gulch, Ore., last evening, and I know 60 or 70 yards down the gulch, in a 



you would have appreciated it had boggy, grassy place next the creek, 



you been here. Talk about Charity was a bald-faced grizzly leisurely 



Balls! They weren't in it for real picking the fresh, tender shoots of 



high lonesome! grass. 



I was tired of being in town, and The wind was full in my favor and 



these nice, warm days gave me the he had not noticed the cam p. It 



" hill fever." As 1 had no particular took me about two seconds to decide 



business for a few weeks I decided to to go in and nail him, as there are 



go out to see this country, near the lots of small, bushy pines here that 



head of Burnt river. (It was touched are convenient to climb, and 1 knew 



off some time ago.) I loaded my he couldn't hurt me. 1 emptied a 



camp outfit and a pick and shovel on box of cartridges in my trousers 



to my little burro, Trilby (I gave pocket, grabbed my little Stevens 



J^er that name because she has the and sallied forth, not forgetting to 



-^rue Trilby footsie-tootsies and sings retain several cartridges in my left 



Ben Bolt with an emphatic accent hand. By making a circuit, to keep 



on the final syllable) and last Wed- the bear behind a little willow bush, 



nesday we hit the trail. Two days' I reached a small pine about 25 



travel brought us here, to a nice little yards distant and at once let <m> at 



park among the pines and willows, him for a paunch shot, which I knew 



in a deep gulch. Giving Trilby a would kill him eventually, 

 leather necklace with a bell on, and He whirled at the shot and I gave 



a handful of salt in a rotten stump, I him another at the butt of his ear. 



made camp and ever since have been That went high and cut a gash 



roaming over the hills, in search of across his scalp. At the second shot 



quartz, opals, placer ground or any- he caught sight of me and at onee 



thing else that would be useful. started on the jump, to have a hand 



I was too lazy to carry my Winches- in the scrap himself. I knew if we 



ter and did not think I should need it were to shake hands, the proper and 



any way, so took my little 25-calibre polite way would be to give him the 



Stevens pocket rifle. I had not had a " high shake;" so 1 went up some 10 



shot except at a hawk that had the au- or 12 feet into the pine, without any 



dacity to perch in a dead tree near ceremony. 



camp. Yesterday I had been out all In crossing the little ravine, washed 



day and on my return atea five o'clock out by the creek, I think he lost 



dinner, sharing the dry crusts with sight of me, and the outer branches 



Trilby, who had come into camp, were so thick 1 could not see to 



and then proceeded to bake a loaf shoot. As the bear landed on my 



of bread in the frying-pan before the side he hesitated a moment and then 



fire. On account of the high wind catching sight of the tent he went for 



I had plenty to do to prevent the it on a gallop. I fired at him but 



loaf from burning up before it was without apparent effect. Just in trout 



baked. I was congratulating my- of the tent sat my camp bucket, and 



self that it was about done, when with one swipe of his paw he sent it 



all of a sudden Trilby started off rolling into the creek. Next came 



up the gulch, singing Ben Bolt at a sack of Hour. One wipe with 



every jump. I could not understand his paw split it wide open and 



her unusual activity, and after glanc- sent it rolling it over the bed 



ing at her a moment I looked around and the rest of the outfit. My red 



