What made these ugly rows of scars on my left hand?
Well, it might have been buckshot; only it wasn’t. Besides, buckshot would be scattered1 about, “sort of promiscuous2 like,” as backwoodsmen say. But these ugly little holes are all in a row, or rather in two rows. Now a wolf might have made these holes with his fine white teeth, or a bear might have done it with his dingy3 and ugly teeth, long ago. I must here tell you that the teeth of a bear are not nearly so fine as the teeth of a wolf. And the teeth of a lion are the ugliest of them all. They are often broken and bent4; and they are always of a dim yellow color. It is from this yellow hue5 of the lion’s teeth that we have the name of one of the most famous early flowers of May: dent6 de lion, tooth of the lion; dandelion. Get down your botany, now, find the Anglo-Asian name of the flower, and fix this fact on your mind before you read further.
I know of three men, all old men now, who have their left hands all covered with scars. One is due to the wolf; the others owe their scars to the red mouths of black bears.
You see, in the old days, out here in California, when the Sierras were full of bold young fellows hunting for gold, quite a number of them had hand-to-hand battles with bears. For when we came out here “the woods were full of ’em.”
Of course, the first thing a man does when he finds himself face to face with a bear that won’t run and he has no gun—and that is always the time when he finds a bear—why, he runs, himself; that is, if the bear will let him.
But it is generally a good deal like the old Crusader who “caught a Tartar” long ago, when on his way to capture Jerusalem, with Peter the Hermit7.
“Come on!” cried Peter to the helmeted and knightly8 old Crusader, who sat his horse with lance in rest on a hill a little in the rear. “Come on!”
“I can’t! I’ve caught a Tartar.”
“Well, bring him along.”
“He won’t come.”
“Well, then, come without him.”
“He won’t let me.”
And so it often happened in the old days out here. When a man “caught” his bear and didn’t have his gun he had to fight it out hand-to-hand. But fortunately, every man at all times had a knife in his belt. A knife never gets out of order, never “snaps,” and a man in those days always had to have it with him to cut his food, cut brush, “crevice” for gold, and so on.
Oh! it is a grim picture to see a young fellow in his red shirt wheel about, when he can’t run, thrust out his left hand, draw his knife with his right, and so, breast to breast, with the bear erect9, strike and strike and strike to try to reach his heart before his left hand is eaten off to the elbow!
We have five kinds of bears in the Sierras. The “boxer10,” the “biter,” the “hugger,” are the most conspicuous11. The other two are a sort of “all round” rough and tumble style of fighters.
The grizzly12 is the boxer. A game old beast he is, too, and would knock down all the John L. Sullivans you could put in the Sierras faster than you could set them up. He is a kingly old fellow and disdains13 familiarity. Whatever may be said to the contrary, he never “hugs” if he has room to box. In some desperate cases he has been known to bite, but ordinarily he obeys “the rules of the ring.”
The cinnamon bear is a lazy brown brute14, about one-half the size of the grizzly. He always insists on being very familiar, if not affectionate. This is the “hugger.”
Next in order comes the big, sleek15, black bear; easily tamed, too lazy to fight, unless forced to it. But when “cornered” he fights well, and, like a lion, bites to the bone.
After this comes the small and quarrelsome black bear with big ears, and a white spot on his breast. I have heard hunters say, but I don’t quite believe it, that he sometimes points to this white spot on his breast as a sort of Free Mason’s sign, as if to say, “Don’t shoot.” Next in order comes the smaller black bear with small ears. He is ubiquitous, as well as omniverous; gets into pig-pens, knocks over your beehives, breaks open your milk-house, eats more than two good-sized hogs16 ought to eat, and is off for the mountain top before you dream he is about. The first thing you see in the morning, however, will be some muddy tracks on the door steps. For he always comes and snuffles and shuffles18 and smells about the door in a good-natured sort of way, and leaves his card. The fifth member of the great bear family is not much bigger than an ordinary dog; but he is numerous, and he, too, is a nuisance.
Dog? Why not set the dog on him? Let me tell you. The California dog is a lazy, degenerate19 cur. He ought to be put with the extinct animals. He devotes his time and his talent to the flea20. Not six months ago I saw a coon, on his way to my fish-pond in the pleasant moonlight, walk within two feet of my dog’s nose and not disturb his slumbers21.
We hope that it is impossible ever to have such a thing as hydrophobia in California. But as our dogs are too lazy to bite anything, we have thus far been unable to find out exactly as to that.
This last-named bear has a big head and small body; has a long, sharp nose and longer and sharper teeth than any of the others; he is a natural thief, has low instincts, carries his nose close to the ground, and, wherever possible, makes his road along on the mossy surface of fallen trees in humid forests. He eats fish—dead and decaying salmon23—in such abundance that his flesh is not good in the salmon season.
It was with this last described specimen24 of the bear family that a precocious25 old boy who had hired out to some horse drovers, went in swimming years and years ago. The two drovers had camped to recruit and feed their horses on the wild grass and clover that grew at the headwaters of the Sacramento River, close up under the foot of Mount Shasta. A pleasant spot it was, in the pleasant summer weather.
This warm afternoon the two men sauntered leisurely26 away up Soda27 Creek28 to where their horses were grazing belly29 deep in grass and clover. They were slow to return, and the boy, as all boys will, began to grow restless. He had fished, he had hunted, had diverted himself in a dozen ways, but now he wanted something new. He got it.
A little distance below camp could be seen, through the thick foliage30 that hung and swung and bobbed above the swift waters, a long, mossy log that lay far out and far above the cool, swift river.
Why not go down through the trees and go out on that log, take off his clothes, dangle31 his feet, dance on the moss22, do anything, everything that a boy wants to do?
In two minutes the boy was out on the big, long, mossy log, kicking his boots off, and in two minutes more he was dancing up and down on the humid, cool moss, and as naked as the first man, when he was first made.
And it was very pleasant. The great, strong river splashed and dashed and boomed below; above him the long green branches hung dense32 and luxuriant and almost within reach. Far off and away through their shifting shingle33 he caught glimpses of the bluest of all blue skies. And a little to the left he saw gleaming in the sun and almost overhead the everlasting34 snows of Mount Shasta.
Putting his boots and his clothes all carefully in a heap, that nothing might roll off into the water, he walked, or rather danced on out to where the further end of the great fallen tree lay lodged35 on a huge boulder36 in the middle of the swift and surging river. His legs dangled37 down and he patted his plump thighs38 with great satisfaction. Then he leaned over and saw some gold and silver trout39, then he flopped40 over and lay down on his breast to get a better look at them. Then he thought he heard something behind him on the other end of the log! He pulled himself together quickly and stood erect, face about. There was a bear! It was one of those mean, sneaking41, long-nosed, ant-eating little fellows, it is true, but it was a bear! And a bear is a bear to a boy, no matter about his size, age or character. The boy stood high up. The boy’s bear stood up. And the boy’s hair stood up!
The bear had evidently not seen the boy yet. But it had smelled his boots and clothes, and had got upon his dignity. But now, dropping down on all fours, with nose close to the mossy butt42 of the log, it slowly shuffled43 forward.
That boy was the stillest boy, all this time, that has ever been. Pretty soon the bear reached the clothes. He stopped, sat down, nosed them about as a hog17 might, and then slowly and lazily got up; but with a singular sort of economy of old clothes, for a bear, he did not push anything off into the river.
What next? Would he come any farther? Would he? Could he? Will he? The long, sharp little nose was once more to the moss and sliding slowly and surely toward the poor boy’s naked shins. Then the boy shivered and settled down, down, down on his haunches, with his little hands clasped till he was all of a heap.
He tried to pray, but somehow or another, all he could think of as he sat there crouched44 down with all his clothes off was:
“Now I lay me down to sleep.”
But all this could not last. The bear was almost on him in half a minute, although he did not lift his nose six inches till almost within reach of the boy’s toes. Then the surprised bear suddenly stood up and began to look the boy in the face. As the terrified youth sprang up, he thrust out his left hand as a guard and struck the brute with all his might between the eyes with the other. But the left hand lodged in the two rows of sharp teeth and the boy and bear rolled into the river together.
But they were together only an instant. The bear, of course, could not breathe with his mouth open in the water, and so had to let go. Instinctively45, or perhaps because his course lay in that direction, the bear struck out, swimming “dog fashion,” for the farther shore. And as the boy certainly had no urgent business on that side of the river he did not follow, but kept very still, clinging to the moss on the big boulder till the bear had shaken the water from his coat and disappeared in the thicket46.
Then the boy, pale and trembling from fright and the loss of blood, climbed up the broken end of the log, got his clothes, struggled into them as he ran, and so reached camp.
And he had not yelled! He tied up his hand in a piece of old flour sack, all by himself, for the men had not yet got back; and he didn’t whimper! And what became of the boy? you ask.
The boy grew up as all energetic boys do; for there seems to be a sort of special providence47 for such boys.
And where is he now?
Out in California, trapping bear in the winter and planting olive trees in their season.
And do I know him?
Yes, pretty well, almost as well as any old fellow can know himself.
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brute
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