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El,PASO DAILY HERALD. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 15, 1900.
MEN'S. SUITS Your Money One Price To All Back if not Satisfied With Your Purchase... Almost Being Given Away Now- " Suits made of plain. and fancy Cassimeres, clay, worsted, cheviot, plaid and stripes in sacks or frocks, single or double breasted. Suits that every merchant tailor will charge you from $25.00 to $40.00; .. .. m: i.. "t-:i- 0.-1H i irH Suits that we Have Been Sellinsr for $12.00. OUltS Tnai zr iNieiy i cnn-i ou - 12.50 13.00, 13.50 and 15 OO. Ycur choice now of any of them for the small sum of 8.70. Ladies Cloak I w -w . - - All cur $8.00, 8.50, 9.00 and lO OO Suits, Choice now, $5.65. Made of the Finest Kersey, in Gray, Black, Brown, Blue and Tan. All Silk Lined, of the'Very Latest Styles and Worth $15.00. Choice noW, $9.00. $6.50. - All our Ladies All ou r $10.00 Cloaks go at $6.50. - All our Ladies (P 1 j 1 In black, gray and brown, which we formerly sold for 8.50 11 I 1 1 I II choicenow$5.90. All our $5 Capes, in black only go at 3.90 1 V . Hi Capes You never before and never will again have SUCH AN OPPORTUNITY f hoosine a First Class Suit. Cloak or Cape, Shoes or Hats from Such a High Grade Stock at the Phenominally Low Prices C u:- ..h nf Course, the Earlier. You Come the Larger the Stock You Will Have to Choose From. ncieiii vwtv. i We always Do as We Advertise The lew York Store Oregon St. Next to Post off ice. Mail Orders with Cash or P. O Order will receive prompt and careful attention. COL. BAYLOR TELLS THE STORY Of How at Last He Killed the Terrible Griz zly Bear, Buster, Which Gave Him Such A Run For His Life, as Already Re lated in The Herald. (Tbis story is a sequel to the story published In The Herald two weeks ago, in which Col. Baylor relates his first encounter with Buster.) Not a great while after old Buster, the terror of Kern river, gave me such an awful scare, old Ham, who lived in a little valley on the lower trail be tween Kern river and White river, came by our mill and sang out: "George, you ought to go down to my camp and stay a few days; there are more quail, deer and bear, than you ever saw. The ground is covered with post oak acorns and the game has collected in there thick, and they are big and fat; the clover is up nice ly, and the grizzlys are in there every night, and have regular roads all over the valley and sides of the mountains, where they come in to feed. You needn't take any grub. I left plenty in camp and you will find frying pan, coffee pot, oven and everything you need. I am going over to Keysville with a load of goods for Kenedy, and won't be back for several days. Bet ter take all your shooting irons. They's the biggest grizzlys over there I ever saw, and you may run into him." I thanked him for the invitation but promised myself not to have any truck with another grizzly, especially old Buster, unless I had all the advan tage on my side. After my narrow escape from my last grizzly, I determined never to go Into the woods unless I was well heel ed, so I got me a big two-edged hack knife and made it as keen as I could. I had a good navy Colt. I got a light stub twist German "doppelbixie," one barrel a rifle and the other a shot gun. and I had my Hawkins. I load ed the German shot barrel with a big load of No. 6 shot, intending to shoot the bear's eyes out if he'erowded me, and then trust to my heels for safety. The knife and pistol I hoped would never have to be used. My speed was my main dependence. I went back about two weeks after old Buster scared me so badly, to look at the : sign, and the shortest step I found was about nine feet, and the longest! about twenty the last where I was ' going down the mountain at an an-' gle of 45 degrees under full ' had of steam before I had time to whistle "down brakes." I took my blankets and armaments and started down full of life and hope of a glorious time all to myself and reached Ham's hay camp about noon. Found everything to my taste, and went to get some fresh meat; woun ded a fine, doe, but did not get her; and then went around the little valley to look at the signs. I saw there were several bear, from the different sized tracks. One track about the size of an ordinary frying pan satisfied me my ancient enemy was among the number, and I had no idea of trying him a quarter race again, unless I could get the ' advan tage and that I knew I could do though it was hardly sportsmanlike. Bear nearly always enter their feed ing grounds at one point and leave at another. I saw where they went out on the south side of the valley and took an axe and went up and set my rifle across the trail that is to com mand it. . Every bear that leaves on the trail will ; step exactly in the same track, and when the ground is wet will wear down a hole four or five inches deep, so there was no trouble about where to set the rifle. And it is not every hunter even that knows how to set a gun. I'll give a brief account of it just as I set mine. I cut two small saplings, size of my wrist, leaving forks on them about three feet from the bottom which is sharpened, and cut off just above the forks you drive them in the ground at a right angle from the path, about six inches deep and so that when you lay your gun on the forks the muzzle will be four or five feet from the trail. Tie the gun firmly on the forks. Cut a stick about a foot long and drive down a stake opposite and close to the trigger, and tie your short stick to it, letting it rest against the trigger then tie a stout string to the end of this stick and pass under the barrel of the gun at the front fork across the trail and tie to a stout stake driven in the ground. Let your string be two and a half feet from the ground. You are apt to shoot too low unless the barrel is two and a half to three feet above the ground. A big grizzly stands pretty high off the ground. With your gun fixed in this way you "ketch 'em comin' or goin " for as soon as the bear runs against your string it pulls the end of your lever and bang goes the gun. On my way into camp I fired into a flock of quail and got half a dozen, about as many as I could "chamber" for supper and breakfast; and after dressing them nicely, by skinning, lazy miner style, I built me a kind of fort out of some bales of clover Ham had put up. having the entrance close up against a big hay stack put up old style with a pole in the center. My idea was if a grizzly tried to make me get up I would scale up the stack and get hold of the pole and with my revolver make a good stand-off fight. Having put on. coffee and bread I was frying my quail, wnen I heard a splashing in the branch of the stream just In front of me, and lifting my frying pan off the fire and listening. I made out it was a oear walking up the bed of -lie branch, which was grown up thick in willows. Setting down my pan "one time and two motions," I scaled on top of the hay stack before you could say scat. But. Mr. Bear kept on up the branch, and I slid down and was soon enjoying quail fried brown, hot strong coffee, and good old greasy camp bread. I crawled into room No. 1. Sprawls hotel, and was soon sound asleep and knew little until I heard the California quail in the morning chattering to each other. I had slept in my clothes and kept my moccassins on." knowing that a grizzly would never wait for a fellow to dress if he called" on him, so I was soon out. I heard my rifle fire: loud and clear it rang out on the mountain, and a roar of rage and anger followed it, so I knew my rifle had got in its work. I did not care about interviewing that bear until he had time to make his will, for fear he might connect me in his mind with the infernal machine and 1 knew a grizzly only had one way of settling any doubt he might have on the subject and that was by tear ing the suspected party into tatters. So 1 cooked my breakfast and then went up to the bear trail to see what had been done. I found the brush knocked down around my rifle, grass torn up. trees bit. and blood and hair over the brush and leaves, and finally I got the trail off. On the bear road there was so much blood on the trail 1 made sure I would find him dead in a short distance and followed the trail at a pretty good gait but had my German gun slung by a strap over my shoulder and my riflle ready for use; also my legs. 1 saw from the size of the tracks made, it was not the big grizzly, and therefore was not so much afraid of him. I knew from experience that they were as different in their dispo sitions as the human race, for I had met some that too, to their heels as soon as they saw me. Others stood and looked as much as to say, "you let me alone and I'll let you alone." and one, my friend Buster, that just took after me, when I had not said an imnertinent word to him. The trail led away up on the side of the mountain southeast of the valley and finally got into thick, scrubby brush, and oak sapling. The bear still bled freely, but there were no good trees to climb and I began to feel sort of shaky about following it when it entered a very thick place, especially as many a hunter had been killed or crippled for life by following a wound ed grizzly into a thicket; for they are very cunning and "lay for you" and make a rush for you when you least expect it. But I relied some on being able to hear him first and get in a shot. I got up near the head of a can on that made up from the valley, where the brush became so thick I had to get down on my all fours and crawl stopping to listen every forty yards. All at pnee I heard a snort and teeth pop not over fifty feet from me and the brush crack. I had been crawling with great difficulty a moment before but I straightened up suddenly and went over the top of that brush like a flying squirrel and have no recollec tion of having hit the ground except in a few high places until I reached the valley. My clothes were a sight and my face and hands scratched more than if I had been dragged down the mountain by the heels. As soon as I could pull myself to gether I started for camp and not hav ing anyone else to unburden my bos om to I began to talk to myself and among other things said, "Well, you durned fool, if you ever follow another wounded grizzly into a thicket. I hope he'll ketch you and eat you Up." After getting back to camp and kill ing another lot of quail and getting a good square meal and rest. I felt much braver than I had in the morning, and besides my face and my feelings were considerably lacerated by the way the gi j nail ucriiLtrii iiitr. 1 formed a new campaign in my mind and proceeded at once to carry it out. I got a dead stick and trimmed it down to fit the shot barrel of my German gun and then made a bullet mold by sticking it down into the damp ground and working a hole. Then melting some lead I poured it in. As it was damp it sputtered at a great rate. But finally it cooled down, and when I dug it up I don't think I ever saw an uglier looking bullet beat any dum dum. I put a kicking load of powder down tne gun. rammed hard, and patched my chunk of lead and rammed it home, putting a good wad on top. I opened a brief conversation with myself and said. "What do you think old Buster will think when that hunk of lead hits him about the bulge of the ribs?., and I chuckled to my self with glee, in anticipation of the fun. I set my gun in the same place and drove two stakes down by the side of the stock to keep it from turning as my rifle had done. At bed time I heard some very eavy animal coming up the creek and had a presentiment from the amount of noise made that it was my old enemy. I scaled up on the hay stack and drew my revolver ready for anything that might happen, but a feeling of relief and grim satis faction came over me as he passed on up the creek and I thought of the load in the set gun. I knew he would fill up on acorns and then take a mess of young clover and leave the valley about daylight, so I turned in for the night, feeling just a little nervous aboiu naving such an ugly customer running around loose without muzzle or bell on, and with the possibility of his coming into camp. But I was tired and soon en joying the sweet sleep of youth and health. Dayilght came, and I hardly had time to get up when I heard my set gun go off with the sound of a Fourth of July anvil, and a roar of rage, that seemed equal, and chased the echo of the gun around among the hills and canons. As I had been interviewed by the old grizzly only a short time before when there had been nothing to "rile" him, I did not care to see him just then, so I got a good substantial breakfast, examined my arms, putting on a fresh cap on my rifle and revolving the pistol to see if it worked all right, and went up to the set gun. Sure enough there was the track of the monster old grizzly going straight for the gun, and all around looked like two old range bulls had been fighting brush and saplings mashed down, bark bit ten off the trees, and blood scattered all over the grass and leaves. I examined the signs very careful ly and scanned the brush all around very thoroughly, and discovered s and followed the old beaten bear walk, and took up the trail, walking very slowly and ready to run on the very slightest noise. But I argued to my self, "That chunk of lead, as heavy and rough as it was. was enough to kill an elephant, so I will iollow the trail a little ways anyhow." So I poked along and almost before I knew it I was way up on the side of the mountain nearly to where I had stam peded the morning before. Before the trail got to the canon mentioned the bear walk separated, and my big bear took the left hand trail, and did not enter the thick brush where the other had laid for me. I began to think it would Le best to give up the chase, but I found a piece of fat about a yard long hanging on a bush the trail crossed, and then knew the grizzly was shot too far back and low down to strike a vital part but knew in reason he would be awfully sick. and I would be almost sure to discover him before getting close to him. He went down the canon bank, and as it was very brushy and thick down in the bed of the canon I would not follow, but walked down the canon bank and listened carefully. I soon heard splashing in the water. I got the direction, but was some time in lo cating the spring in some willows, right across the canon in front of me. and noticed a movement in the wil lows, and a monster grizzly stepped out in full view, and started towards the head of the brushy canon. I was in a clump of pine trees and leaning my rifle against one I took a deliberate shot. He was about one one hundred yards away. He gave a jump and a growl, snapping around at his side, but again moved on. I fired again and put another ball into him. and was loading hastily again. and keeping my eye on the grizzly, when I heard a stick break behind me and came near stampeding again, for I was thinking of the other wounded grizzly, and was greatly relieved to see that it was one of the men we had hired at the mill taking out quartz. Some miners had stopped at the camp the evening before, and' I told them of the wounded grizzly, and it being Sunday he had come down to help me look for him. We both then began to shell him in good style, and as he kept moving up the canon we kept opposite, but no sooner did he spy us than he quit the beaten trail and started for us, but we kept shoot ing and when he got about half way up our side, I put a ball right in the sticking place. That passed through his heart, and he rolled down the hill to the bottom. Such human like groans I never heard as he gave. It almost made my hair stand on end. But all grew still and we went down to the monster, and af ter I cut his throat to let him bleed freely I took a look at his old broad head and teeth, powerful arm, and long strong claws. I thanked Providence he had not got hold of me when he first gave me such a scare. We butchered him and he looked larger than a Texas steer, and weighed twice as much. Taking a piece of liver, the heart, and some of the fat, we went to camp, and as we got din ner readv Ham came in with his burro train and "we enjoyed. the dinner hugely. , , . . . Ham went with his entire pack train and we brought in the grizzly. I re member his hide and head was all one buror could pack and I think there were six or seven burros well loaded. Those who saw the carcas estimated that he would weigh at least 1,600 pounds. I gave Ham a quarter, we had "one for our camp, and Ham sold the hind quarters in Keysville at 25 cents per pound, so I was well paid for my trip, not counting the fun and sat isfaction of getting square with old Buster. " . We found that he had been shot square through the ribs at some former period, and one rib broken by the ball on each side, but too high up to prove fatal. A very slight scar still showed in the upper portion Ci his lung: a few inches lower down and he would never have given me the scare he did. I always had a suspicion that Ham set me on that grizzly because he consid ered him a bad and dangerous neigh bor. GEORGE WYTHE BAYLOR. BIG MINI- DISCOVtKY (Continued from First Page.) alL" Mr. Steele contemplates taking a trip to El Paso in the near future, ostensi oly to submit a proposition to some reliable company, to either buy or lease the mines. He claims the formation is there, and the ore is there, and it is only a question of time, before some company will take hold of it, and make of it one of the largest, if not the very largest producing mines in the repub lic of Mexico. Tom W. Peake. At a regular meeting of Stonemas on's Union No. 1 last night, two mem bers were suspended for non payment of dues. A little want advertisement, 18 words, three times, 60 cents, mailed and delivered to over 2000 sepa-ate in dividuals daily. The Herald. V