A SOUTHERN BEAR HUNT. 



FRANK FARNER. 



We had been in the woods, George and I, 



nearly 2 months, trapping, shooting, 

 fishing and enjoying ourselves. 



The larder had become depleted, except 

 for the sprouty onions, and having tired 

 of a diet of fish and game, we decided to 

 strike camp and drop down the little 

 stream to the great "Father of Waters," 

 hoping to find a store-boat where we might 

 procure supplies, or "Get a square." 



Loading our equipment in the boat, a 

 pull of 3 hours took us to the head 

 of the Bayou, in which the stream had 

 its source. At the end of the second day 



MA NAME IS GABE THOMPSON. 

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