Post by brobear on Nov 14, 2019 13:06:36 GMT -5
A TERRIBLE BATTLE. ( by Malkc6 ).
On sth July a tremendous battle between a powerful stallion and a big grizzly bear was an exciting event that was witnessed by the employed of James Murfree, at the hitter's mountain ranche, Boise, Idaho. Old Ursus Horribilis proved himself the hotter fighter, and, although he was terribly injured by his iron hoofed antagonist, he might have recovered from his wounds had not Jim Maxwell, a vaquero, sent a slug from a Sharp's rifle through his body. Before the grizzly died, however, ho played even with his human foe. The battle royal between the two beast 3 commenced at about 4.30 in the morning, and lasted about an hour. The ranche hands saw the melee from its commencement, but so confident were they that the stallion would prove a victor they did not attempt to interfere until it was too late. Time and again old Grey Rex, as the big Norman horse was called, had in short order killed black bears of considerable size, and the men thought his early morning antagonist was nothing more than an unusually big black bear which had come to the ranche. in search of a juicy shoab. They observed that the shaggy animal's method of fighting was quite unusual, but they were too anxious to enjoy a little sport to give the matter a second thought. Old Grey Rex had been sleeping in his shed the previous night, and when he heard the men moving about he pranced out, neighing for his matutinal feast of grain. As he rounded the cow pen the men saw him eagerly sniff the air, his ears slanted forward and his mane stiff and bristling. Gazing over the grassy range the men saw the figure of a bear, leisurely slouching off toward a heavy copse. A moment later Grey Rex, his eyes distended with rage, sharp snorts of anger and defiance issuing from his red nostrils, started majestically across the plain to offer battle to the retreating intruder. The bear heard the hostile advance of the stallion, and he glanced over his shoulder, bub he did not quicken his shuffling gait. He had evidently seen horses before. "By George, boys, there's goin' to be some fun cried Cowboy Jack Spires, and the men clambered to the roof of a shed, the better to see the battle. It was not long delayed. Grey Rex, with a piercing scream of rage, with his white teeth exposed, dashed at the bear, which, with a low, grumbling growl, jumped to one side in time to avoid the onslaught. The savage stallion wheeled, slowly approached the bear, and then with a quick turn he landed his hind feet upon the grizzly's ribs. The blow was a stunner, and the men who heard ib thought the bear was done for. It was a surprise for the bear, but it did not disable him. With a shake of his big head and a shifting of his feet, he faced the stallion, which again rushed at him with widely-opened mouth. The grizzly was ready, and old Rex received a slap on the muzzle that threw him off his feet, and caused him to collide with his hard-hitting antagonist. Over went both bear and horse. Rex was first to regain his feet. With a fierce scream and with terrific force he brought his sharp forefeet down upon the bear's left flank, bringing the blood in a stream. Ib was a fearful wound, and the bear was for a moment badly dazed. The stallion had gained a decided advantage, but he had become more wary. He was accustomed to fighting with bears that rose upon their haunches, giving him splendid opportunities to deliver adroit kicks, the force of which soon proved fatal. The tactics pursued by his latest opponent puzzled him, and he hesitated. The ranchemen noted this with surprise, and jumping from the shed they cautiously approached the battlefield. To their subsequent regret they were too excited to think of bringing firearms.
Rex heard the men approaching, and he speedily regained his waning courage. He dashed at the bear, turned nimbly and kicked him end over end. The bear did not seem to be very badly injured, bub he was now thoroughly aroused. Rex was upon him in an instant, thinking to again stab the bear with his forefeet. As the horse reared for the blow the grizzly darted forward, and, with a tremendous blow from one of its armoured paws, it ripped open the bowels of the belligerent stallion. The men saw the blood rush forth, saw the protruding entrails, and realised that Rex had at length met his match. Jim Maxwell rushed to the house for his rifle, and the other men tried by shouts and sudden sorties to frighten the bear away. But it was now too late. The animals were at it tooth, hoof, and claw, engaged in one final struggle. It was a terrible conflict. Both animals were bathed in blood, poor old Rex's colour appearing only in irregular spots. He fought like a demon, striking, kicking, and biting. Again and again with his gleaming teeth he tore patches of hide and flesh from the body of the bear, and nearly every time he tried to land his feet he succeeded. But the bear was as savage, as the horse. He had been crippled fore and aft, but he was full of fight, and great raw patches upon the stallion's sides, breast, and head showed where his blows had struck. The bleeding animals did not pause a moment. They fought like tigers, the horse shrilly screaming and the grizzly growling sullenly. Presently the bear saw a chance to deliver a blow with one of his tremendous paws. It fell with murderous force upon the stallion's shoulder, and it knocked him over and over. When he arose he was dazed. It was evident that he could not see the bear, for he commenced to trot here and there, apparently in search of his foe. His entrails were dragging upon the ground. He stepped upon them every time he moved, bub he dad nob betray the intense agony he must have suffered.
Presently .his eyes fell upon the bear, which was savage and expectant. With a fearful cry of rage, the horse rushed, or rather staggered, toward his red-eyed antgagonisb, and again he essayed to strike with his forefeet. But he was too weak. He gave the foe an opening, and a moment later he sank to the earth dead, with a broken neck.
Just at this instant Jim Maxwell fired. The bullet pierced the grizzly's body. With a sharp yelp he turned to flee, but he suddenly wheeled, dashed at the men, struck Maxwell upon his left hip, breaking the bone, and then, falling forward across the form of the prostrate man, the grizzly died with bis face, toward the foe.
On sth July a tremendous battle between a powerful stallion and a big grizzly bear was an exciting event that was witnessed by the employed of James Murfree, at the hitter's mountain ranche, Boise, Idaho. Old Ursus Horribilis proved himself the hotter fighter, and, although he was terribly injured by his iron hoofed antagonist, he might have recovered from his wounds had not Jim Maxwell, a vaquero, sent a slug from a Sharp's rifle through his body. Before the grizzly died, however, ho played even with his human foe. The battle royal between the two beast 3 commenced at about 4.30 in the morning, and lasted about an hour. The ranche hands saw the melee from its commencement, but so confident were they that the stallion would prove a victor they did not attempt to interfere until it was too late. Time and again old Grey Rex, as the big Norman horse was called, had in short order killed black bears of considerable size, and the men thought his early morning antagonist was nothing more than an unusually big black bear which had come to the ranche. in search of a juicy shoab. They observed that the shaggy animal's method of fighting was quite unusual, but they were too anxious to enjoy a little sport to give the matter a second thought. Old Grey Rex had been sleeping in his shed the previous night, and when he heard the men moving about he pranced out, neighing for his matutinal feast of grain. As he rounded the cow pen the men saw him eagerly sniff the air, his ears slanted forward and his mane stiff and bristling. Gazing over the grassy range the men saw the figure of a bear, leisurely slouching off toward a heavy copse. A moment later Grey Rex, his eyes distended with rage, sharp snorts of anger and defiance issuing from his red nostrils, started majestically across the plain to offer battle to the retreating intruder. The bear heard the hostile advance of the stallion, and he glanced over his shoulder, bub he did not quicken his shuffling gait. He had evidently seen horses before. "By George, boys, there's goin' to be some fun cried Cowboy Jack Spires, and the men clambered to the roof of a shed, the better to see the battle. It was not long delayed. Grey Rex, with a piercing scream of rage, with his white teeth exposed, dashed at the bear, which, with a low, grumbling growl, jumped to one side in time to avoid the onslaught. The savage stallion wheeled, slowly approached the bear, and then with a quick turn he landed his hind feet upon the grizzly's ribs. The blow was a stunner, and the men who heard ib thought the bear was done for. It was a surprise for the bear, but it did not disable him. With a shake of his big head and a shifting of his feet, he faced the stallion, which again rushed at him with widely-opened mouth. The grizzly was ready, and old Rex received a slap on the muzzle that threw him off his feet, and caused him to collide with his hard-hitting antagonist. Over went both bear and horse. Rex was first to regain his feet. With a fierce scream and with terrific force he brought his sharp forefeet down upon the bear's left flank, bringing the blood in a stream. Ib was a fearful wound, and the bear was for a moment badly dazed. The stallion had gained a decided advantage, but he had become more wary. He was accustomed to fighting with bears that rose upon their haunches, giving him splendid opportunities to deliver adroit kicks, the force of which soon proved fatal. The tactics pursued by his latest opponent puzzled him, and he hesitated. The ranchemen noted this with surprise, and jumping from the shed they cautiously approached the battlefield. To their subsequent regret they were too excited to think of bringing firearms.
Rex heard the men approaching, and he speedily regained his waning courage. He dashed at the bear, turned nimbly and kicked him end over end. The bear did not seem to be very badly injured, bub he was now thoroughly aroused. Rex was upon him in an instant, thinking to again stab the bear with his forefeet. As the horse reared for the blow the grizzly darted forward, and, with a tremendous blow from one of its armoured paws, it ripped open the bowels of the belligerent stallion. The men saw the blood rush forth, saw the protruding entrails, and realised that Rex had at length met his match. Jim Maxwell rushed to the house for his rifle, and the other men tried by shouts and sudden sorties to frighten the bear away. But it was now too late. The animals were at it tooth, hoof, and claw, engaged in one final struggle. It was a terrible conflict. Both animals were bathed in blood, poor old Rex's colour appearing only in irregular spots. He fought like a demon, striking, kicking, and biting. Again and again with his gleaming teeth he tore patches of hide and flesh from the body of the bear, and nearly every time he tried to land his feet he succeeded. But the bear was as savage, as the horse. He had been crippled fore and aft, but he was full of fight, and great raw patches upon the stallion's sides, breast, and head showed where his blows had struck. The bleeding animals did not pause a moment. They fought like tigers, the horse shrilly screaming and the grizzly growling sullenly. Presently the bear saw a chance to deliver a blow with one of his tremendous paws. It fell with murderous force upon the stallion's shoulder, and it knocked him over and over. When he arose he was dazed. It was evident that he could not see the bear, for he commenced to trot here and there, apparently in search of his foe. His entrails were dragging upon the ground. He stepped upon them every time he moved, bub he dad nob betray the intense agony he must have suffered.
Presently .his eyes fell upon the bear, which was savage and expectant. With a fearful cry of rage, the horse rushed, or rather staggered, toward his red-eyed antgagonisb, and again he essayed to strike with his forefeet. But he was too weak. He gave the foe an opening, and a moment later he sank to the earth dead, with a broken neck.
Just at this instant Jim Maxwell fired. The bullet pierced the grizzly's body. With a sharp yelp he turned to flee, but he suddenly wheeled, dashed at the men, struck Maxwell upon his left hip, breaking the bone, and then, falling forward across the form of the prostrate man, the grizzly died with bis face, toward the foe.
