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128 MISSING HORSES.
top of a hill, about ten yards distant, and fell. As he felf
he turned tolook forthe bear, expecting the next instant to
be chewed into mincemeat. To his surprise and joy the
bear was down on the bottom and making the best of
leg-bail in his power. I examined his rifle, and there were
the prints and scratches on the barrel where it had come in
contact with the grizzly’s teeth. It was an exciting theme
of talk in the neighborhood for many a day. The grizzly
is as great a terror in Califormia as the tiger is in Hindustan.
Rich Bar, on the west branch of the north fork of
Feather river, just to the east of where we fell in with the
Oregon party, was the location of the prospecting party,
before mentioned, that gave us their surplus of provisions.
There had been some very rich findings, and many were
going there. Armstrong brothers wanted me to go, as
one of them was going while the other remained to
manage their business. They had plenty of horses, so I
agreed to go with Isaiah, the younger of the brothers, and
another young fellow, Horace King, from Illinois. We
started in company with three more, for it was reported
that the Indians were troublesome and it was not safe to
go insmall parties. Nelson’screek was the first stream to
cross. We camped one night in the mountains above the
north fork, on a piece of marshy ground, where there were
patches of serub. In the morning our horses were gone.
King and I went out in search of them. After a little we
separated and took different routes. Not long after, I
struck the trail of the horses making down towards the
camp. I was crossing over a sandy place, when all at