Frontier and pioneer life -- Oregon; Frontier and pioneer life -- Washington (State)
It was late in the afternoon. The sun was fast disappearing behind the
western hills. I hesitated for a moment whether to take a long route by
way of the narrow prairie to our camp, or to go down the brush-covered
mountain sides and thus cut off at least a mile of the distance. The
side of the mountain down which I determined to go, was said to be
infested with grizzly. I examined my rifle and pistol, to see if they
were in order and then with rapid strides commenced the descent. When
about half way down I heard a rustling in the brush to my left; I turned
and looked in that direction, and saw two large grizzlies on their
haunches attentively surveying me. My first thought was to shoot; but as
my rifle was a muzzle loader, I concluded that discretion was the better
part of valor, inasmuch as there were two of them--hence I stood quiet
till they dropped out of sight in the brush. I did not allow the grass
to grow much under my feet, as I dodged through the chapparal brush to
reach the prairie beyond. I am convinced that I could have killed one
of them, but what to do with his enraged mate, was the question. I
remember the answer of a young man, who, while hunting, came across a
grizzly probably in her own jungle, in about the same way. He was asked
why he did not shoot; his answer was, that it would be some honor for a
man to kill a full grown grizzly, but a far greater honor for a grizzly
to kill a man.
This great basin--circular in form and some eight miles in diameter--has
been visited by me in connection with hunting parties many times since.
It is, or was in former years the hunter's paradise; but I am informed
that the cattle men--the pre-emptor, and the homesteaders, and timber
monopolizers--have extended their dominion over the luxuriant
grass-producing prairies and the magnificent forests of pine, fir,
hemlock and larch, and have driven the game far back into the fastnesses
of the mountains. The Indian kills only to satisfy his wants and with
only imperfect instruments of destruction; he did not menace the entire
extinction of the beasts of the field and forest, hence game of every
kind existed and multiplied all around him; but to the white man, armed
with a repeating rifle, and fired with a devouring avarice their doom is
fixed. Nothing but the intervention of the strong arm of the law can
avert the decree of annihilation. Having alluded to this matter once
before in these sketches I will not pursue it further here.
Black-tail deer were abundant on this mountain plateau, and it did not
take long for a party of good shots to obtain all the venison desired.
We did not kill for the mere love of slaughter, but for food and for the
attendant excitement and recreation of hunting.
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