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We reached Pan-handle creek about twenty-five miles from Log-Cabin Post Office. In due time we pitched camp and set our traps. One line of traps extended to Larmie river; And the other to the forks of the Cache LaPuche. We set for gray wolves, mountain lion, grizzley bear, mink, otter and foxes. We had good luck and made a large catch of fur and drew some large bounties.
The great Grizzley loves colts and sheep, they cannot get a deer for the reason that they smell so fowl that a deer can smell them too far. The bald face is much like a great Grizzley only smaller and more alert. The Kodiak Grizzly, lives further north than any of the rest and is at least as big and twice as agressive as the other kind. They inhabit the wilderness from B.C. To Gnome Alaska.
"Hey, Antelope Bill, saddle that ewe-necked cayuse of yours and vamoose, pronto, after the doctor. Plug Hat Pete, you've got the best cabin in town. We'll want it for the lady." "Help yourself, Grizzley," answered the gambler. "It is a privilege." "I am to stay with Mrs. Pete?" asked Becky, anxiously.
The old pier stands to this day, notwithstanding the fierce battering of the floods of nearly seventy years; a monument enduring long after the Digger Indians are gone off the face of the earth, as though to commemmorate the power of the white race and that member of it who gave up his life at its base. Grizzley Bob of Snake Gulch
"If you let me go now," she whispered, "I'll wish that it had been a grizzley." "I must take you home." "Oh, you have! I am home," clinging to him desperately, "I want no other in the world than this one." "But my scarred " The girl reached up, drawing down his tall, dark head in her arms. She kissed his mutilated cheek, then pressed it tenderly against her soft, bare throat.
I steered my bronco up the hill and started over the trap line. I had not gone far when I heard the jingleing of a trap chain; and the growl of a bear. I hastily dismounted, drew my rifle and advanced in the direction of the noise. Emerging from a clump of brush I stood face to face within forty five feet of a good old grizzley which weighed 1,400, pounds.
The end gate of a prairie schooner was lost on a hill, and Tail Gate mountain came into being. Humbug Creek panned light with gold. Red Dog, Hangtown, Round Tent Claims, Dry Diggings, Let 'Er Rip, You Bet, Yuba Dam, One Horse Town, and Hell's Delight shriek for themselves, or should! This, then, is the tale of Grizzley Bob, who mined in Snake Gulch at the foot of Bear Mountain.
Go on, Bob," he called to the tall, magnificently built young spokesman, "then what?" "After awhile I managed to crawl from under that old grizzley and when I'd wiped the one good eye that was left, I saw him lying there as stiff and dead as a mackerel, with Slasher sticking in his heart clean up to the handle.
I can go no further. Oh, could one of you go on to Angel's, whilst I rest with some lady of your town?" Harry was apparently speechless from the thrall of her fresh young beauty, because it was Bob who answered. "You certainly can, Miss! Grizzley Bob's word on that. Where'd you come from?" "From Roundtree's, sir," timidly.
Sick Jimmy, from behind the bar, prodded him good-humoredly. "Dry up, Soll." "I am dry," whimpered old Soll, "I'm dryer'n before I got drunk!" "Here, then," pushing a bottle across the redwood slab used for a bar, "the drinks are on Grizzley Bob and Handsome Harry, tonight." "Was it such a big strike they made?" "It sure was.
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