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FOREST AND STREAM 
April, 1921 
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As his flintlock would not stand 
cocked, Lacroix would hold the ham- 
mer back with his thumb until he had 
taken aim and then let it go. Such a 
weapon was safe against an animal 
that would invariably run from man, 
but was not safe as against one that 
might attack the hunter. 
Lacroix came unexpectedly upon a 
bear and the bear charged him. He 
took a quick shot and only broke the 
beast’s lower jaw. Such a wound did 
not lessen the peril, for a bear’s fore- 
paws are his most dangerous weapons. 
The shot stunned the bear and he fell 
on the upper side of a log. Lacroix 
jumped to the lower side and struck 
at him with his hunting knife. The 
bear caught him by the arm. 
The bear and the Frenchman then 
clinched and rolled down the steep 
hillside. Lacroix was unable to get his 
arm free until they reached a level 
place. Then he killed the animal with 
the knife. Lacroix was severely cut 
up in this encounter and had several 
scars with which to prove his story. 
THE 
MYSTERIOUS 
RIDER 
By ZANE GREY 
If you are not a Zane Grey fan, and 
want to know the reason for his tre- 
mendous following, read this book. 
Then you will know why Zane Grey’s 
last novel outsold all others in 1920 . 
“The Mysterious Rider” is written 
with his ever increasing literary 
charm. It is full of intense situa- 
tions. The characters and their en- 
vironments are painted with a mas- 
terly hand. 
“Hell Bent” Wade, the mysterious 
rider, has been spoken of as a sort 
of present-day “Leather Stocking.” 
Around Wade, and largely because of 
his influence, is enacted one of the 
most fascinating dramas ever penned. 
And Columbine, the lovable heroine, 
is a clean-cut American girl — a true 
product of the Western plains and 
mountains. Face to face with ele- 
mental human emotions, torn be- 
tween a true love and a sense of 
duty based on gratitude, she stands 
on the threshold of womanhood. 
And out from behind a dense cloud 
of tragedy, Columbine finally emerges 
into the full radiance of love. 
O THER interesting specimens of 
carved pipes include the porcu- 
pine, beaver, fox, deer, wolf, rab- 
bit, squirrel, otter, ducks, and hill crane, 
great blue heron, kingfisher and Indian 
dog. The entire collection is convinc- 
ing that these Indians well understood 
the life habits of the animals and birds 
around them. Indeed, any one who has 
hunted with Indians becomes impressed 
with their intimate knowledge of the 
ways of all wild life. 
That the prehistoric Indian dog 
howled just as the Indian dog of the 
present is apparent from the effigy of 
the dog. The furtiveness of the wolf 
and the craft of the fox are likewise 
transmitted to us in stone more ef- 
fectively than if written. The wild 
duck is in the natural position of a 
duck resting quietly on the water and 
the attitude of the otter with the fish 
is true to life. 
The crude art of this Indian sculptor 
shows the squirrel in precisely the same 
attitude as that animal is almost in- 
variably represented by modern artists. 
The impressions produced upon the 
savage mind were the same as those 
produced upon the modern naturalist. 
METHODS OF SAVING 
ALASKA GAME 
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and has seen the moose and sheep dis- 
appear slowly from the accessible hunt- 
ing country and deplores the fact great- 
ly, but he takes it in a matter of fact 
way and says that absolutely nothing 
practical will be done. 
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There are many little things that 
seem to me unfair about the laws 
and some that are just but not 
enforced. There are places in Alaska 
where fox trapping has been almost 
In Writing tn Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. It will 
ruined by fellows taking the pups in 
the summer season, digging out dens, 
etc. It is against the law to trap mar- 
ten and beaver now, but there are deal- 
ers who will tell a man that they can 
handle them easily enough. I think 
there should be an open season for these 
animals and tags issued for a limited 
number to any one trapper. These tags 
should be attached to the skins when 
sold or shipped and the law should be 
strictly enforced. 
Like many others, I came here to 
make a stake and get out again. Now 
I am an old-timer and I don’t believe I 
would be any good any place else so I 
might as well stay here, a member of 
God’s Penal Colony. 
OBSERVATIONS ON 
THE GRIZZLY 
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 155) 
guess he is dead.” “He is not dead as 
long as he can holler," was the reply. 
“Well! If that is the case,” I said, “I’ll 
shoot him again,” and I did. The dog 
then came up and began to shake him 
and we knew he was safe. The first shot 
had struck him just back of the ear 
and was the only mortal wound, as the 
patch of hair I was firing at was his 
shoulder and foreleg which were 
broken, but the bullets had not reached 
any vital part. 
I KILLED my largest grizzly near the 
forks of the Southgate River, north of 
Vancouver, B. C. He had a regular 
fishing ground at the mouth of a creek. 
I carried my blankets down there one 
evening, and the place I selected for my 
bed was a flat-topped moss-covered rock 
sticking out of a steep mountain side 
within 30 yards of the creek. It was 
about eight feet high on the lower side 
and about eight feet long. It would not 
have been considered a very safe resting 
place, as the lower side was the only 
place the bear could not get at me from, 
and he would only have had to turn 
aside four or five feet to get around 
that. I spread my blankets and was 
soon fast asleep. 
I awoke about midnight and after 
awhile I heard some splashing up the 
creek. I sat up in bed and got my gun 
ready. The bear came charging down 
the shallow creek as some of the salmon 
he would meet would be sure to run into 
shallow water if not clear on shore to 
get away from him. 
When he got in front of me he 
stopped. I fired and broke his back and 
he certainly did roar. I fired five more 
shots, all of which struck him and near- 
ly all of them were mortal wounds. 
Then I reloaded my rifle and lay down 
again until morning. I could not roll 
him over to skin him and had to go to 
camp for a rope. I rigged up a Span- 
ish windlass and got him out of the 
water and skinned him. I could not 
carry the skin to camp so I built a roof 
over it and dried it where it was. It 
was 8V 2 feet long, 7 feet wide and 
weighed 30 lbs. when dry. 
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