What A Bulldog Did

There were five ofiioers from Fort Seno and four frorn Fort Kearney, and saven er eightcitizensfrom theeast who had coma out for a hunt, and we had pitched our camp on the eastern base of the Big Hom monntains, at thevheadwaters of Clear Fork river. Öne of the civilians, who hailed from Boston, had brought along his bnlldog, and though he was guyed and ridiculed a hnndred times over he insisted that the dog shonld be taken along on the hunt. "You justwaitl" he replied to all sarcastio remarks. "I want to see him tackle a bear, and if he gets a chance to it's dollars to cents that he comes out ahead. " One day six of ns went off np the mountain, and the owner of the bnlldog was one of the party. His dog was at his heels, as a matter of course, but as we were out for the climb more than in expectation of sighting game no one objected. We had reached a point a thousand feet above camp and directly over it when a big cinnamon bear which had been snoozing alongside of a rock started up with a "woof 1" Before any one had scarcely got sight of him orrealized what sort of game it was the bulldog rushed forwardand tackled him, getting a tail hold. "Stu - boy! Hang to him I Now's your show!" yelled the man from Boston, and the bnlldog got a death grip. Old cinnamon hadn't his nerve with him thafc day, and the first move he made was down hill. At his first plurige he started a good sized bowlder from its bed, and 100 f eet down he dislodgeda great mass of earth. That was the start of an avalanohe. Earth, rocks, trees and bowlders began to move, and a strip 300 feet wide went booming down into the valley. The men incampheard and saw it in time to escape, but it swept away every tent we had and filled the bed of the creek 30 feet deep with debris. "Not an onnce of provisions, a cooking utensil nor a blanket was saved. Where our camp had stood was a mass of earth and rock 15 feet deep. We got down as soon as possible, and men were sent ofï to Reno to bring back a new outfit. No one ever expected to see that bulldog again, of course, but three hours later he walked in among us as if nothing had happened and hadn't so much as a scratch on him. We looked and looked, but no one spoke for two or three minutes. Th6n the man from Boston suddenly remarked: " 'I told you he'd get away with a bear, but I wasn't so snre about an avalanche. I've raised his price to $3, 000,