Identifier: reminiscencesofo01hunt (find matches)
Title: Reminiscences of an old timer: a recital of the actual events, incidents, trials, hardships, vicissitudes, adventures, perils, and escapes of a pioneer, hunter, miner and scout of the Pacific Northwest .., by Colonel George Hunter
Year: 1887 (1880s)
Authors: Hunter, George
Subjects: Hunter, George United States, West -- History
Publisher: San Francisco: H.S. Crocker
Contributing Library: Church History Library, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Digitizing Sponsor: Corporation of the Presiding Bishop, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

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rn of the bold robber; and, after puttingout our camp-fire, we took our rifles and revolvers,wrapped a blanket around us, and laid down by thelog in front of the camp, Augur Jim, Draper,and Scarbrough going to bed in the brush tent,saying to us that we had also better go to bed inthe tent, as it was not at all likely that the griz-zly would return. We thought different, andour judgment proved correct. After arranging our mode of attack, in case heshould return, we laid down to rest, Allen keep-ing watch. I being young, soon fell sound asleep.Some time in the night I was woke up by Allenshaking me and whispering in my ear: Wakeup Buckeye, hes here. After I succeeded in get-ting my eyes open I saw by the light of thebright moon the Grizzly upon his hind legs,rearing up against the tree trying to reach thebeef. On taking a look at him, and as I had heardof their strength and ferocity when attacked,(he being an immense brute—looking the size ofan ordinary smoke house,) I became somewhat
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Reminiscences of an Old Tinier. 37 shakey and felt my valor oozing out at myfingers ends. I whispered to Allen shall weshoot him ? He said, yes, of course. Withfear and trembling, I leveled my gun across thelog as Allen had already done. Upon his touch-ing my foot, we fired together. The bear wasprobably twenty feet from us. At the crack ofthe guns he gave an angry snort. (This noiseresembles the snort of a horse when at play hestops running, throws his head high in the air,and forces the breath from his lungs through hisnostrils, so producing a sound similar to theangry snort of a grizzly.) As the sound of theguns and snort of bear died out, we heard asmashing behind us and back of our brush tent.My first thought was another grizzly. Grasp-ing my revolver and whirling around I sawJo Draper scrambling up a small white fir treethat stood just behind our tent. When I firstsaw him he was fully fifteen feet up the tree andmaking time that would not have disgraced anOhio grey squirrel. As

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