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Told by the Pioneers - Washington Secretary of State

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<strong>Told</strong> <strong>by</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Pioneers</strong><br />

bear trail. \Ve trailed it into a chaparral thicket, in a hollow. The<br />

thicket covered about an acre. The bear was in <strong>the</strong> thicket and we had<br />

no dog to drive him out, so I told Hugh to watch and I would go in and<br />

drive it out. The brush was so thick I had to crawl on mv hands and<br />

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knees. I jumped it about <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> patch, and. when within<br />

about thirty feet, it snorted at me and ran out. Hugh shot it and <strong>the</strong>n<br />

hollered for me to hurry out. It was up and going again when I g'ot<br />

out where I could see it. It was g'oing up <strong>the</strong> hill over a hundred yards<br />

away. I fired and it rolled quite a way down <strong>the</strong> hill, <strong>the</strong>n got up and<br />

started toward us. We got to two trees we could climb safely and reloaded<br />

our guns. By that time <strong>the</strong> bear had gotten into a ditch <strong>the</strong><br />

water had made, two feet deep, and four feet wide with a chaparral<br />

bunch hanging over <strong>the</strong> ditch. Here he made his stand, ready to fight.<br />

We walked down toward it with a tree picked for each <strong>of</strong> us if it<br />

charged. We walked within forty feet. I shot it in <strong>the</strong> ear. It whirled<br />

clear around and stood in <strong>the</strong> same place, popping its teeth toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />

and growling. We shot it <strong>by</strong> turns, four shots in <strong>the</strong> ear, and <strong>the</strong> fifth<br />

shot I tried for <strong>the</strong> neck bone. Then it went down. The four shots in<br />

<strong>the</strong> ear could be covered with a half dollar and passed under <strong>the</strong><br />

brain. We dissected its head to find where <strong>the</strong> bullets went. This<br />

was a two or three year old grizzly.<br />

One day we were out hunting for deer and came on to two cougars<br />

where <strong>the</strong>y had killed a deer and almost eaten it. Our dogs put <strong>the</strong>m<br />

up trees and we shot <strong>the</strong>m in <strong>the</strong> head, so <strong>the</strong>y would not cripple our<br />

dogs when <strong>the</strong>y came down. Deer were so plentiful in <strong>the</strong> Rogue River<br />

country at that time we could kill all we 'wanted without going very<br />

far in <strong>the</strong> hills.<br />

In <strong>the</strong> spring <strong>of</strong> 1869 I sold out my improvements and mO"ed back<br />

to Bawfaw in Lewis County, \Vashington, to <strong>the</strong> place I am now living<br />

on. I rented <strong>the</strong> Decker place one year. By that time I had cleared<br />

enough ground to get along without renting. For a good many years<br />

I had to work out in <strong>the</strong> summer time and trapped and hunted in <strong>the</strong><br />

winter. So <strong>the</strong> clearing <strong>of</strong> my farm went slowly. I had quite a family<br />

and it kept me hustling to feed and clo<strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>m.<br />

I had a dog I took with me trapping and hunting. His Harne was<br />

Frank and he deserves a place in this book. I had a string <strong>of</strong> traps<br />

that took me three days to make <strong>the</strong> round <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m all. I was trapping<br />

principally for beaver, mink and fresh water otter. My dog, Frank,<br />

would go with me and stand and watch me set my traps and bait <strong>the</strong>m<br />

with meat. He never got in a trap or bo<strong>the</strong>red <strong>the</strong> bait. If he came<br />

across a fresh cougar or wildcat track, he would put it up a tree, and<br />

I would shoot it. Some days he would tree three cougars. I had<br />

him trained to slow-track deer, if I were with him. A deer might<br />

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