HUNTING IN NEW 
F. 
On June 14th, Charles, Maynard and I, 
left Silver City, for the upper Gila to hunt 
fish. AtoQa.m. we were leaving Pinos Altos 
and then we hit the trail at a good run, in- 
tending to made the Gila Hot springs before 
dark. 60 miles. We arrived there all right 
at sundown and found some friends eating 
lunch. 
We rose at daybreak and while Charles 
rounded up the mules and horses Maynard 
and I got breakfast and packed things. 
Half an hour later we were going up the 
trail for the middle fork of the Gila. We 
saw some young turkeys and 3 or 4 deer 
that day, but as the law was in force, we did 
not shoot any. We camped that night at 
the foot of the trail leading from one fork 
of the river to the other, and sunrise found 
us climbing the zig-zag trail for Prior’s 
cabin. We reached the top about 10 a.m. 
and started across, when we came to some 
fine springs. Not caring to risk a dry camp 
for lunch we decided to stop. 
After letting our horses graze and get- 
ting our lunch we started for the falls. We 
had not gone more than 3 miles when one 
of the mules struck an old trail and was 
gone quite a while before we noticed him. 
I put spurs to Shorty and went after him. 
The mule, thinking he was on the right 
trail, would not head at all, so we were soon 
out of sight of the boys. 
All at once Shorty began to act queer, so 
I stopped him, and about 300 yards to my 
W. 
MEXICO. 
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left saw an old silver tip. I dismounted 
and jerked my Winchester out. The first 
shot I hit her, for she turned and bit her 
flank. I fired once again, when the boys 
commenced to pop away. I mounted 
Shorty and started to follow her, when 2 
cubs, weighing about 80 pounds each, 
started to run from the tree where I had 
first seen her. 
Thinking I could catch one alive, I got 
down and started after them afoot. Find- 
ing I could not keep up I shot one of them, 
and the other made for a pine tree. He 
would go up a short distance, then back 
down, when I would poke him with my 
rifle and drive him up again. 
In a short time the boys came back, say- 
ing the ground was so rough they could not 
follow, so had to give up the old bear. We 
then threw a rope over a limb and the boys 
pulled me up. Anyone that has ever tried 
to rope a bear can tell what a time I had. I 
made fully 25 casts, and he threw the rope 
off as many times. Finally I caught his 
paw and head and jerked him down to 
the boys, who tied his mouth and then his 
heer 
I now came down and, blinding Shorty, 
made him come up to the cub. While one 
of us held the cub on the horse one of us 
tied him on behind the saddle, and we finally 
got him to camp safe. 
We took him home and he is now a prom- 
inent feature of our town. 

Re COLE ECTIONS: 
M. 
“ Once upon a midnight dreary 
As I pondered weak and weary.” 
The white capped head and white uniform 
of the hospital nurse appeared as a ghost 
to my vision and I could hear her voice 
saying, ““ Take this medicine, try and sleep, 
don’t think about anything.” I closed my 
eyes and again I was leaving Mackinac, the 
fairy island, its picturesque beauties fading 
in the distance, as the steamer Waukon was 
plowing along through the clear, blue water 
of the straits. 
The light house grew dim in the distance. 
We had passed “ Bois D’Blanc,” and the 
wooded island, and the cool air seemed to 
soothe my fevered brain. 
E. WILSON. 
I was again smiling to my fair companion 
and we were entering the beautiful Che- 
boygan river. Fine farms, beautiful or- 
chards in full fruitage, the golden rod and 
purple asters in the fence corners. The 
yellow wheat in small shocks, or else sway- 
ing and nodding, till it seemed a golden 
lake, made a constantly changing view. 
Not many years ago nothing but the bark 
wigwam, or the dusky red man, roaming 
along the banks or skimming the surface of 
the river in his frail canoe, was to be seen. 
On past the town of Cheboygan with its 
busy scenes—past pile upon pile of pine 
lumber wafting its resinous odor on the air 
—past the largest sawdust mountain in the 
world. 
