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grunting like a calf. Boucharville, one of his 
men, told him of seeing a bear spring upon and 
kill a full-grown buffalo bull. 
After Palliser had killed his fifth bear, he set 
out on his return down the Missouri River. At 
the fort, below the mouth of the Little Mis- 
souri, he witnessed a battle between the Sioux 
and the Manitarees, in which each party lost a 
man, and a little later took the steamboat for 
St. Louis, carrying with him his skins and furs 
and the living animals that he had collected on 
his trip. 
Later, he went down the river to New Or- 
leans, and after securing passage for his bear, 
bisons, wolf dog and other animals for England, 
he himself visited Panama and returned thence 
to England. 

The Prospector’s Story. 
“I KNOWED a tenderfoot once that roped a 
grizzly,’ said Chloride Sam as he kicked to- 
gether the two chunks of the ironwood camp- 
fire and piled on some dead sage roots to 
lighten up the darkness a bit. “He aint on the 
range now, he is back in his uncle’s beef packin 
shop learnin’ that end of the business. He come 
out here on the range to learn this end, but it 
didn’t take him long to git all the schoolin’ he 
needed. He wasn’t a bad sort though, he had 
the nerve to tackle anything, but he didn’t have 
the constitution to make good—always. He is 
brandin’ boxes of canned steer now, which is 
some easier and a whole heap safer than tryin’ 
to put your brand on the live article. ron 
“T wasn’t workin’ them days, I was only ridin’ 
herd down on the ‘Circle T’ before I went to 
prospectin’. He was a picture when he first 
struck the range, doeskin ridin’ breeches, boots, 
cork helmet and all. We all used to like to have 
him dress up in ’em and then gaze athim. He 
had queer ideas about the ‘centaurs of the plains’, 
and when he saw ’em dressed in old greasy over- 
alls, flannel shirts, leather chaps and old flop- 
rimmed felt hats that they slept in, his ideas 
underwent a change and ’twasn’t long till the 
veneer of civilization wore off and he was as dis- 
reputable lookin’ as any of us. He learned to 
handle a rope tolerable well, but there was some 
things that it seemed he just couldn’t learn, He 
could never draw his gun and shoot with any- 
thing like precision, as he called it, when his 
horse was on a run. Red Pat said it was not 
precision even, that it wasn’t nuthin’ at all. It 
got so that when he went out to practice shootin’ 
on the run that we got to puttin’ a range of hills 
between him and us. Then he couldn’t ride a 
hoss without gallin’, havin’ to pull his clothes 
loose from his person when he got off and rub- 
bin’ himself with some of this witch hazel stuff. 
He liked a joke and could laugh when it was on 
him, so altogether he was not a bad sort. He 
would hold up his end too, when he could; he 
couldn’t cook but was always willin’ to fetch 
wood and water and help put away the dishes. 
“He had an ambition to kill a grizzly, wanted 
the head as a trophy, he called it, for the walls of 
his den, whatever that was, and the pelt for a rug. 
We tried to talk him out of it and show him that 
it was a case wherein ambition might prove a 
dangerous thing, but no, siree, he was going to 
git a grizzly or—‘Git got,’ said Red Pat, who had 
been actin’ as a sort of dry nurse to him. We 
told him lies about grzzlies that skeered our- 
selves but never feazed him; things that nobody 
had ever heerd of a grizzly doin’, and ’tain’t 
likely they ever thought of doin’, but then they 
ain't nothin’ certain about that, for you can never 
tell what a grizzly is goin’ to do next. 
“He had a little old pinto hoss that was as 
steady as the sun, didn’t need no bridle; you 
could guide him with your knees, and in cuttin’ 
out cattle all you had to do was to pint out the 
critter; if he ever knowed how to buck he’d for- 
gotten it, and he’d stay put without hitchin’ or 
hobblin’. He knowed when your rope settled 
just as well as you did and would brace himself. 
He always rode this hoss, and as long as he was 
in sight we knowed he was all right. 
“But that grizzly idea sure had him strong and 
the trouble he got into soon was all along of 
Limpy Jim tellin’ about the time he roped a sil- 
_ horn, hold on by his knees and yell. 
vertip and the fun he had with him. The old 
man’s son knowed he could throw a rope; he 
used to ride at a post in the corral until he could 
ring it nearly every time, and then we let him 
try it on some of the ranch house cattle, but we 
always interfered when he got to swingin’ his 
rope at a cavortin’ long-horned range steer. 
“Feed was a gittin’ short out on the plains, so 
we drove a big bunch of cattle up toward the 
mountains, The cld man’s son went with us, and 
as the country was mighty uninterestin’, he rode 
the most of the way in the cook wagon, his pinto 
followin’ like a dog. We struck a purty fair 
range up among the foothills, and in the gulches 
leadin’ to the mountains there was a right smart 
growth of live oak for shade, with a creek in one 
of the gulches that give plenty of water. One 
of the boys who went a projickin’ up the gulch to 
see if he could git a deer, come back and said he 
had seen the tracks of a big grizzly in the wet 
sand about two miles up. At that the old man’s 
son pricked up his ears, set up on his haunches 
and asked all manner of questions. Windy—’twas 
Windy Curtis who seen the tracks—tried to skeer 
him off by tellin’ him the tracks was over two 
foot long and the bear that made ’em must have 
weighed over a ton; but the son persisted and 
finally Windy, plum disgusted, told that if he 
wanted that bear right bad to take a man with 
him. There is where Windy made a mistake. He 
should have told the son that it was a little bear 
and mangy, for he had seen where he scratched 
the hair and hide off on a live oak. Course it 
wasn’t, for Windy knowed bears, but he didn’t 
think until the son was plum worked up. 
“The next morning the son got one of the boys 
to cinch the saddle on the pinto, coiled his rope 
around the horn, buckled on a six-shooter and a 
big hunting knife and started out. He told me 
afterward that his idea was to rope the bear, 
throw him as we throw a steer, and then run up 
and stick the sticker behind the left foreleg. Lots 
of fool things been writ’ about grizzly bears. To 
git in behind that left foreleg you got to projick 
around behind a big flat elbow j’int, less’n he 
holds up that paw for you to stick him. The son 
thought he would be a hero if he could show the 
knife slit in the pelt and nary a bullet wound. 
“Well, he started ‘long in the middle of the 
forenoon spite of all we could say. The night 
riders had turned in and the rest of us had all 
we could do movin’ the bunch a couple of miles 
or so over to another valley. We had confidence 
in the pinto, though; we knowed if he sensed a 
grizzly anywhere in his locality he would come 
head and tail up, bringin’ the son into camp. 
Long in the middle of the afternoon he hadn’t 
showed up and I got kinder uneasy and ’lowed 
I’d scout around a bit. I cut across the hills on 
my bronco and ’twas well I did. 
“Up near the mountains in a grove of scrubby 
live oak I came up with a situation that would 
have been funny if it hadn’t been so blamed 
serious. I heard the situation before I got to it, 
the son was voicin’ the alarm, somethin’ between 
a shriek and a howl, and I had to git nearer fore 
I could tell the voice was human. This was the 
situation I busted in on that mild and balmy 
afternoon, 
“The son had roped a grizzly, but by the time I 
got there the grizzly had roped the son. A great 
big bear was half reclinin’ on the ground at the 
end of a forty-foot rope, at the other end was the 
pinto braced for life and a pullin’ and a snortin’ 
till his eyes bulged out of his head. On the pinto 
sat the son givin’ voice to his fright. Put a 1,800- 
pound bear on one end of a rope and a 600-pound 
hoss on the other and it don’t take much figger- 
in’ to tell which gives, providin’ the rope holds. 
The bear would lay back on the rope and throw 
his paws over it and the hoss would move near 
him a length, then the bear would let go to git 
a fresh hold, and the little hoss would go back 
like a rubber ball on the bound, takin’ up the 
slack; all the son could do was choke the saddle 
ld ( I watched 
for a minit or two and, dern me, if that bear 
didn’t git wise and grab the slack in his teeth; 
then the hoss went forward two lengths and I 
saw ‘twouldn’t be long until the three come to- 
gether. The horse was about worn out, an’ I 
saw he couldn’t last much longer; I had to git 
in action at onct; I couldn’t shoot from where I 
was so I yelled: 
“Cut your rope, you fool.’ He did and the 
little hoss went backward with a lunge. I opened 
with my repeater and the son picked himself up 
just as I put in the finishin’ shot. His pinto’s 
tracks were about thirty feet apart goin’ into 
camp. Some of the boys ketched him up and 
took his back track, comin’ up just as I finished 
strippin’ the pelt off the grizzly. 1 reckon the 
son has got the head and pelt in his den now; I 
wonder what kind of a story he tells about killin’ 
it? 
“Well, we'll be hittin’ the trail before sun to-— 
morrow so you all had better go to bed.” 
E. E. Bow es. 
Boone and Crockett Club Dinner. 
On Saturday, April 7, there was held at the 
New Willard Hotel, Washington, D, C., a dinner 
of the Boone and Crockett Club. There were 
present about twenty-five members. The guests 
of the evening were Hon. James W. Wadsworth, 
chairman of the House Committee on Agriculture, 
and E. Harold Baynes. The members present 
were: Gen. H. T. Allen, W. T. Boardman, R. 
P. Carroll, Arnold Hague, Henry May, Col. W. 
D. Pickett, Gifford Pinchot, Theodore Roosevelt, 
Alden Sampson, W. Cary Sanger, M. G. Secken- 
dorff, Charles Sheldon, L. S. Thompson, Maj. W. 
A. Wadsworth, Owen Wister, Col. D. L. Brai- 
nerd, Hon, J. F. Lacey, Hon. H. €. Lodge, Dr. 
C. Hart Merriam, Hon. George Shiras, Charles 
D. Walcott. 
Mr. Baynes read a paper on the buffalo illus- 
trated by lantern slides in which he described 
some of his adventures in breaking and training 
some buffalo at Corbin Park, N. H., and ended 
with a plea for Government aid in protecting the 
few remaining buffalo in the country. 
He was followed by Dr. Merriam, Mr. Lacey, 
Mr. Shiras, Mr. Pinchot and others, the general 
opinion being that it would be better to keep up 
a number of small herds in different places than 
to attempt to have one large herd, which might 
be entirely destroyed by accident or disease. 
Mr. Roosevelt, being called on, made a vigor- 
ous speech that was enthusiastically received. His 
theme was that the difference between the civil- 
ized man and the primitive man is that the civil- 
ized man leaves behind him a record of things 
done; and with this statement as a text he pro- 
ceeded to urge an eminent naturalist present to 
publish the results of his investigations into the 
ae histories of various North American mam- 
mals. 
The dinner was a most excellent one and the 
occasion greatly enjoyed. During the meal a 
flash photograph was taken, which was developed, 
pitied: mounted and passed around before its 
close. 
Triumph of Iowa Audubon Societies. 
Tue Audubon Societies have scored another 
triumph by succeeding in having passed by the 
State of Iowa their bill for the protection of 
birds. This is essentially like the bill as passed 
in other States, but its first section declares spe- 
cifically that “all birds, both resident and migra- 
tory, in this State shall be and are hereby de- 
clared to be the property of the State.” The 
keeping of wild non-game birds in cages as do- 
mestic pets, such birds not to be sold or ex- 
changed, or offered for sale or exchange or 
transported out of the State, is permitted, as is 
also the selling or shipping of exotic caged birds. 
It is hoped that this law, which passed both 
Houses unanimously, will greatly reduce the 
wearing of feathers as ornaments, 
Narrows Island Club Meeting. 
THE annual meeting of the Narrows Island 
Club was held on Monday, April 9, at the Hoff- 
man House, New York city, at 8:30 P. M. The 
President, Mr. J. Burling Lawrence, addressed 
the club, giving a review of the past year. 
following officers were elected to serve during the 
ensuing year: President, John Burling Lawrence; 
Vice-President, R. H. Robertson; Secretary and 
Treasurer, William H. Wheelock. 
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