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FOREST AND STREAM 
[Nov. 7, 1903. 
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A Day's Sport m Alaska in J 893. 
A Gthzly Bear Hunt. 
Buzz goes the old alarm dock. Three sleepy fellows 
roll over in their bunks, and Sam calls out in a gruff 
old voice, *'Come now, boy, it's your turn at that sheet 
iron stove to-day. You just see if you can't beat that 
record batch of bannocks that I baked yesterday. Fry 
up a big batch out of the hind quarter of that goat 
hanging on the first tree out there, for I might not be 
home to-night," 
"If you can't make it to that fartherest bear trap to- 
day and back again you ain't worth the powder that 
you wasted on that old Billy goat yesterday," inter- 
rupted Jim. 
I didn't^ say a word, just rubbed my eyes and rolled 
out; slid into my heavy wool clothes, shoved several 
small pitch knots into the little sheet iron stove, piled 
on a few sticks of dry Avood and set it going! We 
never build big fires when bear hunting, as it has a 
tendency to drive them away. Bread baking, meat and 
potatoes frying, and rolled oats and coffee boiling all 
at once. 
"Come on, you husky bucks, out of that! This thing 
is" just about ready to happen. It's time to go grazing 
h6re now." 
At my command Jim Greenslate, an old Montana 
scout, soldier, hunter, trapper and miner; and Sam 
Gowan, a good, old plainsman of the days when Big 
Nosed George and his gang held almost despotic 
sway on the head waters of the Yellowstone, rolled 
out of their springy beds of mountain feathers, "hem- 
lock boughs," and commenced to prepare their toilet 
for the swell occasion. 
"How's the weather. Gal?" Jim puts in, as he pulls 
on his moccasins. 
"Say, fellows, it's the finest day we've had this fall. 
If we don't get a bear apiece to-day, besides what we 
get in the traps and dead-falls, we are really not much 
good." 
■-Sam peeks out between the flaps of the tent; day is 
just dawning. "Say, you'll see my pack straps around 
skins to-night, or you can have my old pelt for a floor 
mat. There's just enough fresh snow for good track- 
in', and that left hand of mine has been itchin' all 
night. You fellers know by this time that that hunch 
is \vorth somethin' to me, don't you?" 
"How about your lucky dream. Gal? Did you dream 
of'that little girl in California?" 
"That's what I did, Jim. You Avatch my smoke, she 
is- going to bring us good luck to-day." Jim and Sam 
smiled good-naturedly. 
Our camp was by the side of a wild mountain stream 
that drained a- large mountain lake nestled down 
among the higli snow-burdened glacier-ground peaks 
and mountains that form the water shed of all the 
streams that run in the great fords and bays of south- 
eastern Alaska and the streams that run into the rivers 
of the interior. 
We were too far inland to be molested by the coast 
Sivvash Indians, and far enough from the interior, so 
that we felt safe from being disturbed by the Stick 
tribes. Game in this protected and favored spot of 
nature's domain had never heard the crack of the white 
man's rifle, and had smelled very little smoke of the 
Indians' old smooth bores. 
.Many of the largest, wariest and best educated old 
grizzly,- brown and black bear, not to mention the 
wolves and wolverine, had sought the refuge of this 
secluded valley as their home; where they might roam 
undisturbed, as they Avere intended by nature, and in 
harmony with their keen instincts. The river supplied 
them for several months of the year with the finest 
salmon. The twenty different kinds of berries and fruit 
that abound, and with plenty of wild cabbage, roots and 
mitritious grasses kept them in the primest condition. 
The high ranges of mountains surrounding us were 
covered with bands of mountain goats and sheep. 
Specialists are only content with the best the world 
affords, therefore these two scarred old veterans of 
the good old buffalo days had searched out this spot 
as. the best field for big game to their knowledge in all 
the Avorld. Fate favored me so that I was to share its 
favors with them. 
"Breakfast over; guns come off the racks; each fellow 
puts up his lunch, and carefully inspects his cartridges, 
six-shooter, hunting knife and belt; we buckle on our 
pack straps and are off. Sam goes up the north fork 
of the river in the direction of the glacier, Jim and 
I up the main river in the direction of the lake. The 
newly fallen snow cracks and shuflSes along as we 
travel, and we leave a trail behind us that could be 
seen for a mile. "We'll have some fun crossing our 
foot log this morning. Hello! what's that? Wolver- 
ine, huh, he went along about ri o'clock last night. 
Hope he steered clear of our bear traps. He's a "big 
brute and could spring them if he tried." 
"Say, we'll fix him some of these days with a No 
4 steel trap," I replied. 
"We won't do a thing to him when he gets a little 
better coat of fur on." 
"Whoa! w-h-o-a-p! What's that? Look yonder." 
Jim stops and points over on the side of the moun- 
tain. A trail about three feet wide in the newly fallen 
snow and very fresh, wound around and down across 
the foot of a slide and down on the river bar ahead. 
We lively up our step and are soon on the spot. 
"Hello! two of 'em. There's ^s big a grizzly track as 
I ever laid my winkers on. That smallest one is no 
scrub, IS he?" 
we get them two fellers to-day we'll make 
Old Sam ashamed of himself." 
At this we strike the trail. Not another word is 
spoken; eyes are scanning every bar, every open nook, 
every log and tree behind which they have passed. We 
can see the trail a long distance ahead; we fairly run 
m that low, bent, sneaking attitude that a hunter al- 
ways strikes when he is close to game and expects a 
shot at any second. We come to a big pile of drift 
wood and logs and can see where they have climbed 
over; as we near them Jim strikes a match to get the 
direction of the wind. We have it in our favor. Care- 
fully ^sneaking up we peek over. "Sh-h-h-h, look out 
noAv. Both hands grip the old rifles; our eves glance 
over the barrels to see that the sights are" clear; we 
both stand and look upon a mass of bear tracks, bloody 
and mud-colored snoAV. They have had their breakfast 
here, and the remainder of some half a dozen salmon 
were scattered all about. After looking close we see 
the trail going on up the river. "They are not half 
an hour ahead of us. We will get them in those dead 
falls up there as sure as you're alive. They are headed 
right for them." Again Ave strike the trail on a trot. 
The first great dead fall is in sight. "Say, she's down! 
We've got one of them sure! ^Vhat! Well did you 
ever!" 
The dead faU Avas torn to pieces; great logs scat- 
tered in every direction. Over two thousand pounds 
had fallen on that old grizzly's shoulders, but it had 
not crushed him. He had backed out. and in doing so 
had torn the trap to pieces. The bait Avas gone; with 
the exception of the loss of a whole lot of long, silky, 
silver tipped hair, the old fellow seemed none the worse 
for his experience, and had continued on his journey 
up the riA^er Avith his .smaller partner and right in the 
direction of the next bait, where we had set a great 
42-pound No. 6 Newhouse steel trap, supposed to catch 
and hold any game animal on the American continent. 
AVe again hit the trail, and as we near the trap, a roar 
mingled Avith the crashing and cracking of bushes and 
trees greets us. "Helloa, old boy, we got one. of you! 
Where's your old partner?" 
The big brute had cleared off nearly a quarter of an 
acre of brush and small trees, and had dragged the big 
trap and log attached, Aveighing fully 400 pounds, over 
everything he had come to until it fouled under and 
against two trees. He sees us coming and charges 
full tilt, comes as far as the trap and chain Avill let 
him, then rises on his haunches and strikes the trap 
against the log A\'ith force sufficient to pulverize it. 
Two six-shooters speak at once: he lunges forward 
and falls in a great heap Avith a shattered brain. 
"That's No. I — ^noAV for the big one. That big one 
has smelled iron before, and he's going to give an ac- 
count of himself." 
"He's not far from here, right noAV." 
We carefully inspect our shooting irons; and again 
hit his trail up the river. He goes around a steep bank 
on the right, then up through a big, open park and into 
a bunch of timber. ''There's Avhere he's lying, Cal. 
You go up that right-hand ridge and head him off. 
I'll folloAV him. Keep in sight so Ave can both do some 
shooting." 
I climbed the first ridge and was sneaking along 
keeping Jim in sight. From my elevated position on 
the ridge I could see the bear's trail lead up to the 
top of a little mound and stop behind an overhanging 
ledge of rocks. Jim Avas within forty feet of it when 
I whistled. 
Jim stops to Avipe the suoav from his gun barrel, and 
at the same time the great silvery-coated old monster 
hears him coming and rises from his bed and prepares 
himself for the attack. I dare not shoot, as they are 
almost in a direct line from me. The old grizzly's 
mane raises and turns the Avrong Avay. His small, 
brown eyes flash and sparkle like two great, black dia- 
monds. His lower jow drops, his long, upper lip 
loAvers and projects forward, forming almost a pro- 
boscis. Foam and strings of saliva run from his long, 
pearly pointed fangs. His round ears loAver and lie 
down out of sight in his furry headgear. It has taken 
about six pulsations of his ponderous heart to make 
this transformation. He is ready. 
Jim coolly raises his old .45-70 Winchester. I can 
see the polished ivory bead, I can see the glow of silver 
run along the barrel as the sun reflects its rays on it. 
I can hear the lock go click, click. I can see that 
right elboAV out on a level Avith his shoulder, the hand 
on the lever ready for quick action and that forefinger 
dangerously pressing the trigger. It has taken about 
three seconds to do all this. Jim is ready. Then a 
roar from the grizzly mingles with the report of the 
rifle and fairly shakes the snow from the branches over 
head. The bear charges: two shots at almost the same 
second take effect. I cannot keep out of it any longer. 
They seem to be almost together now, and a rifle shot 
rings out; the snow flies in all directions, as the 
grizzly rises to make his last and fatal lunge. Jim 
giA'es it to him fairly in the sticking place. A great 
gush of crimson shoots forth as he falls Avithin ten 
feet of Avhere Jim stood. The great grizzly bleeds all 
the more freely from his over exertion; and as I ap- 
pear on the scene several seconds later, all is quiet. 
Jim stands over the great bear seeking out where the 
shots took effect. A blue cloud of sulphurous smelling 
powder smoke ascends heavemvard, and the last faint 
distant echo of our hea\'y guns answers as the death 
dirge of this old veteran that had lately crossed another 
great divide to a happier mountain valley home Avhere 
enemies are unknown. 
"What a beautiful trophy, Jim. You won't ever part 
Avith that, will you? Keep it, and Avhen you go back to 
your good old home in Illinois present it to your old 
mother." 
. Ah, Cal, it has been a long time since I' have heard 
from her, she might be dead now." 
"Oh, well, you might have a sweetheart or your 
sister will keep it for you until we make our stake 
mining and you have a lovely home of your own." 
"Yes, I have a sister, a dear sister, too." At this 
he stopped, I knew hina tQQ well to proceed further. I 
had heard him relate a sad, sad love tale with his life's 
devotion attached that ended badly. 
A saucy bluejay jumped from twig to twig over 
head and chirped as we sat down on the great grizzly 
and ate our kmch. "What will we call him, Jim?" 
"Why, we'll call him the Czar, and you must take 
that beautiful robe to that little love of yours. She 
brought him to us and she must have it." 
"Say, it was funny, Avasn't it, Jim?" Let's go up and 
see Avhere he was lying when aa^c came on to him. Well, 
don't that beat the snakes! There's as fine a ledge of 
copper ore as I ever seen. It's pretty low grade, but I 
only wish I had it down in the States." 
After robbing the old grizzly of his robe I wrote the 
following A'-erse on a tree near by: 
Come, wolverines, you gluttons of the wood, 
Satisfy your cravings with something good. 
And you, fleet pine martin of the tree, 
A feast is here widespread to thee. 
You howling packs of black and gray timber wolves now prepare 
Your pearly fangs so that you'll get your share. 
And. Mr. Fo.x, although you're scarce and few, 
Sneak in and steal your scant just due. 
The owls of night, the ravens, croAvs, jays, and hawks of day 
Are all invited; you must not stay away. 
Eat and be merry, is our toast to you all; 
We've had our fun; we caused the Czar's downfall. 
But all bearkind are warned to Stay away, 
Around this grizzly's bones you must not stray. 
Although you are hungry, dine not one on another: 
It is bad taste, and this might be your brother. 
You wise and solemn prickly porcupine. 
Stand and look on, for here you do not shine. 
And Mr. Red Squirrel, although you're very fleet. 
Take my advice and beat a safe retreat. 
The snowy ptarmigan of high, and ruffed grouse of the Avood, 
Sit on high limbs, look pleasant, and be good. 
Venture not too near this bloody battleground 
While all your dreaded enemies are around. 
Cal & Jim, 
Nov. 2, 1S93. 
Some day I am going back to get some more samples 
of the ledge. I Avould have gone before this, but the little 
girl proved untrue. I Avas robbed of the pleasure of mak- 
ing her happy with the Czar's robe, and am afraid the 
mine would be an unluclcy one. Snoavshoe. 
Maryland Association. 
From the Baltimore Sun, Oct. 4. 
Never before in the history of the Maryland State 
Game and Fish Protective Association has its annual 
meeting been so satisfactory as that which was held 
last night at the EutaAv House. Many of its members 
have passed the age when they shoot or fish much, but 
they still Avork to perpetuate the supply, Avhich Avill 
give sport to future generations. 
President J. Olney Norris presided and sixty or 
more members attended. Among the guests Avas Dr. 
T. S. Palmer, of the United States Biological Survey. 
He was asked to make an address, and based it largely 
upon the suggestions in the reports of the associa- 
tion's officers. 
Regarding suggestions against the use of pump 
(magazine) shotguns, he said they were legislated 
against in California, but the Court of Appeals had de- 
cided the laAV unconstitutional. The case Avas not car- 
ried to the Supreme Court of the United States. Dr. 
Palmer said he believed it to be as good laAv to pro- 
hibit_ the use of pump guns as the Maryland laAV pro- 
hibiting the use of SAvivel guns in duck shooting. He 
rather favored the limiting of the amount of game 
each hunter should bag in a day or season, but told 
of the troubles in determining this when sportsmen 
Avere greedy. Limited bags cut out "hog killing" 
records. 
He strongly adv-ocated the passage of uniform game 
laws in this State and said that Maryland, Virginia, 
Tennessee and North Carolina had had the Avorst game 
laAA's of any States in the Union. Tennessee and Vir- 
ginia have during the past year made uniform State 
laAvs, and he was anxious to see Maryland follow suit. 
Touching Avild duck shooting, he said the upper 
Chesapeake Avas one of the three greatest points in this 
country, Currichick Sound and Long Island being the 
other tAvo. He strongly advocated the shortening of 
spring duck shooting. For Avoodcock, the handsomest 
and now one of the scarcest of game birds, he advo- 
cated a closed season in the State for not less than 
three years. For the Avood ducks he advocated a like 
closed season. The stopping of the sale and shipment 
of these birds he believed would have the proper effect. 
Information Avas abundant to his department that ducks 
were being netted. 
When asked to go further with advice. Dr. Palmer 
turned the request into a neat compliment to the as- 
sociation. He said: "This Maryland Association was 
the pioneer in enforcing the national laws relating to 
the destruction of birds for plumage. About three 
years ago this association caused an arrest and con- 
viction of a dealer in gulls' Avings. The constitutional- 
ity of the laAv was tested, and to-day the dealing in 
this commodity is in the hands of a trust, which is 
working in harmony with the Audubon societies, and 
the laws are not being violated to any great extent." 
A vote of thanks was giA^en Dr. Palmer. 
Mr. C. C. Coffin, of Prince George's county, pro- 
posed to have every resident owner of a gun used for 
field or water shooting taxed $1 and $10 for every non- 
resident, the tax to go to the fund for the protection 
of game. 
Secretary Oregon Milton Dennis announced that his 
report was more in the nature of suggestions than a 
report on what had taken place. He said there Avere 
fcAver complaints in the year of violation of the laAVs, 
except as to purse-netters in and about Havre de Grace 
and the upper bay. His paper continued in part as 
follows: 
"The association, through the game wardens and its 
officials, have had several cases affecting the game laAvs, 
and s.Qipe eonyictions, notably the fining of a young 
