Let us now leave the great grizzly1 and the little marsh2 bear in spectacles behind us and tell about a boy, a bear-slayer; not about a bear, mind you. For the little fish-eating black bear which he killed and by which he got his name is hardly worth telling about. This bear lives in the brush along the sea-bank on the Mexican and Southern California coast and has huge feet but almost no hair. I don’t know any name for him, but think he resembles the “sun bear” (Ursus Titanus) more than any other. His habit of rolling himself up in a ball and rolling down hill after you is like that of the porcus or pig bear.
You may not know that a bear, any kind of a bear, finds it hard work running down hill, because of his short arms, so when a man who knows anything about bears is pursued, or thinks he is pursued, he always tries, if he knows himself, to run down hill. A man can escape almost any bear by running down hill, except this little fellow along the foothills by the Mexican seas. You see, he has good bear sense, like the rest of the bear family, and gets along without regard to legs of any sort, sometimes.
This boy that I am going to tell about was going to school on the Mexican side of the line between the two republics, near San Diego, California, when a she bear which had lost her cub4 caught sight of the boys at play down at the bottom of a high, steep hill, and she rolled for them, rolled right among the little, half-naked fellows, and knocked numbers of them down. But before she could get the dust out of her eyes and get up, this boy jumped on her and killed her with his knife.
The governor remembered the boy for his pluck and presence of mind and he was quite a hero and was always called “The Bear-Slayer” after that.
Some rich ladies from Boston, hearing about his brave act, put their heads together and then put their hands in their pockets and sent him to a higher school, where the following incident took place.
I ought to mention that this little Mexican bear, though he has but little hair on his body, has a great deal on his feet, making him look as if he wore pantalets, little short pantalets badly frayed5 out at the bottoms.
San Diego is one of the great new cities of Southern California. It lies within only a few minutes’ ride of Mexico. There is a pretty little Mexican town on the line between Mexico and California—Tia Juana—pronounced Te Wanna. Translated, the name means “Aunt Jane.” In the center of one of the streets stands a great gray stone monument, set there by the government to mark the line between the United States and Mexico.
To the south, several hundred miles distant, stretches the long Sea of Cortez, as the conquerors6 of ancient Mexico once called the Gulf7 of California. Beyond the Sea of Cortez is the long and rock-bound reach of the west coast of Mexico. Then a group of little Central American republics; then Colombia, Peru and so on, till at last Patagonia points away like a huge giant’s finger straight toward the South Pole.
But I must bear in mind that I set out in this story to tell you about “The Bear-Slayer of San Diego,” and the South Pole is a long way from the subject in hand.
I have spoken of San Diego as one of the great new cities, and great it is, but altogether new it certainly is not, for it was founded by a Spanish missionary8, known as Father Junipero, more than one hundred years ago.
These old Spanish missionaries9 were great men in their day; brave, patient and very self-sacrificing in their attempts to settle the wild countries and civilize10 the Indians.
This Father Junipero walked all the way from the City of Mexico to San Diego, although he was more than fifty years old; and finally, after he had spent nearly a quarter of a century in founding missions up and down the coast of California, he walked all the way back to Mexico, where he died.
When it is added that he was a lame11 man, that he was more than threescore and ten years of age, and that he traveled all the distance on this last journey on foot and alone, with neither arms nor provisions, trusting himself entirely12 to Providence13, one can hardly fail to remember his name and speak it with respect.
This new city, San Diego, with its most salubrious clime, is set all over and about with waving green palms, with golden oranges, red pomegranates, great heavy bunches of green and golden bananas, and silver-laden olive orchards15. The leaf of the olive is of the same soft gray as the breast of the dove. As if the dove and the olive branch had in some sort kept companionship ever since the days of the deluge16.
San Diego is nearly ten miles broad, with its base resting against the warm, still waters of the Pacific Ocean. The most populous17 part of the city is to the south, toward Mexico. Then comes the middle part of San Diego City. This is called “the old town,” and here it was that Father Junipero planted some palm trees that stand to this day—so tall that they almost seem to be dusting the stars with their splendid plumes18.
Here also you see a great many old adobe19 houses in ruins, old forts, churches, fortresses20, barracks, built by the Mexicans nearly a century ago, when Spain possessed21 California, and her gaudy22 banner floated from Oregon to the Isthmus23 of Darien.
The first old mission is a little farther on up the coast, and the new college, known as the San Diego College of Letters, is still farther on up the warm sea bank. San Francisco lies several hundred miles on up the coast beyond Los Angeles. Then comes Oregon, then Washington, one of the newest States, and then Canada, then Alaska, and at last the North Pole, which, by the way, is almost as far as the South Pole from my subject: The Bear-Slayer of San Diego.
He was a little Aztec Indian, brown as a berry, slim and slender, very silent, very polite and not at all strong.
It was said that he had Spanish blood in his veins24, but it did not show through his tawny25 skin. It is to be conceded, however, that he had all the politeness and serene26 dignity of the proudest Spanish don in the land.
He was now, by the kind favor of those good ladies who had heard of his daring address in killing27 the bear with his knife, a student of the San Diego College of Letters, where there were several hundred other boys of all grades and ages, from almost all parts of the earth.
A good many boys came here from Boston and other eastern cities to escape the rigors28 of winter. I remember one boy in particular from Philadelphia. He was a small boy with a big nose, very bright and very brave. He was not a friend of the little Aztec Indian, the Bear-Slayer of San Diego. The name of this boy from Philadelphia was Peterson; the Boston boys called him Bill Peterson. His name, perhaps, was William P. Peterson; William Penn Peterson, most likely. But this is merely detail, and can make but little difference in the main facts of the case.
As I said before, these college grounds are on the outer edge of the city. The ocean shuts out the world on the west, but the huge chaparral hills roll in on the east, and out of these hills the jack-rabbits come down in perfect avalanches29 at night, and devour30 almost everything that grows.
Wolves howl from these hills of chaparral at night by hundreds, but they are only little bits of shaggy, gray coyotes and do little or no harm in comparison with the innumerable rabbits. For these big fellows, on their long, bent31 legs, and with ears like those of a donkey, can cut down with their teeth a young orchard14 almost in a single night.
The new college, of course, had new grounds, new bananas, oranges, olives, all things, indeed, that wealth and good taste could contribute in this warm, sweet soil. But the rabbits! You could not build a fence so high that they would not leap over it.
“They are a sort of Jumbo grasshopper,” said the smart boy from Boston.
The head gardener of the college campus and environment grew desperate.
“Look here, sir,” he said to the president, “these big-eared fellows are lazy and audacious things. Why can’t they live up in the chaparral, as they did before we came here to plant trees and try to make the world beautiful? Now, either these jack-rabbits must go or we must go.”
“Very well,” answered the president. “Offer a reward for their ears and let the boys destroy them.”
“How much reward can I offer?”
“Five cents apiece, I think, would do,” answered the head of the college, as he passed on up the great stone steps to his study.
The gardener got the boys together that evening and said, “I will give you five cents apiece for the ears of these dreadful rabbits.”
“That makes ten cents for each rabbit, for each rabbit has two ears!” shouted the smart boy from Boston.
Before the dumfounded gardener could protest, the boys had broken into shouts of enthusiasm, and were running away in squads32 and in couples to borrow, buy or beg firearms for their work.
The smart boy from Boston, however, with an eye to big profits and a long job, went straight to the express office, and sent all the way to the East for a costly33 and first-class shotgun.
The little brown Aztec Indian did nothing of that sort; he kept by himself, kept his own counsel, and so far as any of the boys could find out, paid no attention to the proffered34 reward for scalps.
Bill Peterson borrowed his older brother’s gun and brought in two rabbits the next day. The Boston boy, with an eye wide open to future profits to himself, went with Peterson to the head gardener, and holding up first one dead jack-rabbit by the ear, and then the other, coolly and deliberately35 counted off four ears.
The gardener grudgingly36 counted out two dimes37, and then, with a grunt38 of satisfaction, carried away the two big rabbits by their long hind3 legs.
As the weeks wore by, several other dead rabbits were reported, and despite the grumbling39 of the head gardener, the tumultuous and merry students had quite a revenue, and their hopes for the future were high, especially when that artillery40 should arrive from Boston!
Meantime, the little brown Aztec boy had done nothing at all. However, when Friday afternoon came, he earnestly begged, and finally obtained, leave to go down to his home at Tia Juana. He wanted very much to see his Mexican mother and his six little Mexican brothers, and his sixty, more or less, little Mexican cousins.
But lo! on Saturday morning, bright and early, back came the little Bear-Slayer, as he was called by the boys, and at his heels came toddling41 and tumbling not only his six half-naked little brown brothers, but dozens of his cousins.
Each carried a bundle on his back. These bundles were long, finely woven bird-nets, and these nets were made of the fiber42 of the misnamed century plant, the agave.
This queer looking line of barefooted, bareheaded, diminutive43 beings, headed by the silent little Aztec, hastily dispersed44 itself along the outer edge of the grounds next to the chaparral abode45 of the jack-rabbits, and then, while grave professors leaned from their windows, and a hundred curious white boys looked on, these little brown fellows fastened all their long bird-nets together, and stretched two wide wings out and up the hill.
Very quiet but very quick they were, and when all the nets had been unwound and stretched out in a great letter V far up the hill, it was seen that each brown boy had a long, heavy manzanita wood club in his hand.
Suddenly and silently as they had come they all disappeared up and over the hills beyond, and in the dense46 black chaparral.
Where had they gone and what did all this silent mystery mean? One, two, three hours! What had become of this strange little army of silent brown boys?
Another hour passed. Not a boy, not a sign, not a sound. What did it all mean?
Suddenly, down came a rabbit, jumping high in the air, his huge ears flapping forward and back, as if they had wilted47 in the hot sun.
Then another rabbit, then another! Then ten, twenty, forty, fifty, five hundred, a thousand, all jumping over each other and upon each other, and against the nets, with their long legs thrust through the meshes48, and wriggling49 and struggling till the nets shook as in a gale50.
Then came the long lines of half-naked brown boys tumbling down after them out of the brush, and striking right and left, up and down, with their clubs.
In less than ten minutes from the time they came out of the brush, the little fellows had laid down their clubs and were dragging the game together.
The grave professors shook their hats and handkerchiefs, and shouted with delight from their windows overhead, and all the white boys danced about, wild with excitement.
That is, all but one or two. The boy from Boston said savagely51 to the little Aztec, as he stood directing the counting of the ears, “You’re a brigand52! You’re the black brigand of San Diego City, and I can whip you!”
The brigand said nothing, but kept on with his work.
In a little time the president and head gardener came forward, and roughly estimated that about one thousand of the pests had been destroyed. Then the kindly53 president went to the bank and brought out one hundred silver dollars, which he handed to the little Bear-Slayer of San Diego in a cotton handkerchief.
The poor, timid little fellow’s lips quivered. He had never seen so much money in all his life. He held his head down in silence for a long time and seemed to be thinking hard. His half-naked little brothers and cousins grouped about and seemed to be waiting for a share of the money.
The boy’s schoolmates also crowded around, just as boys will, but they did not want any of the silver, and I am sure that all, save only one or two, were very glad because of his good luck.
Finally, lifting up his head and looking about the crowd of his school-fellows, he said, “Now, look here; I want every one of you to take a dollar apiece, and I will take what is left.” He laid the handkerchief that held the silver dollars down on the grass and spread it wide open.
Hastily but orderly, his schoolmates began to take up the silver, his own little brown fellows timidly holding back. Then one of the white boys who had hastily helped himself saw, after a time, that the bottom was almost reached, and, with the remark that he was half ashamed of himself for taking it, he quietly put his dollar back. Then all the others, fine, impulsive54 fellows who had hardly thought what they were about at first, did the same; and then the little brown boys came forward.
They kept coming and kept taking, till there was not very much but his handkerchief left. One of the professors then took a piece of gold from his pocket and gave it to the little Bear-Slayer. The boy was so glad that tears came into his eyes and he turned to go.
“See here! I’m sorry for what I said. Yes, I am. I ought to be ashamed, and I am ashamed.”
It was the smart boy from Boston who had been looking on all this time, and who now came forward with his hand held out.
“See here!” he said. “I’ve got a forty-dollar shotgun to give away, and I want you to have it. Yes, I do. There’s my hand on it. Take my hand, and you shall have the gun just as soon as it gets here.”
The two shook hands, and the boys all shouted with delight; and on the very next Saturday one of these two boys went out hunting quail55 with a fine shotgun on his shoulder.
It was the silent little hero, The Bear-Slayer of San Diego.
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lame
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providence
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orchard
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adobe
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