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TW COQÜILLB VAIXRY SENTINEL, COQUILLE, OREGON. FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER i. 19M. PAGE EIGHT =B the calves. A calf elk is a lumbering ungainly animal and is easy pickings for a. cougar, and besides, they seem to relish elk meat. I stuck close to the herd for two days and on the third morning just after dawn. Cap struck a track and was off like the wind. It was a hot track as he waa yipping every jump. It was not long until he barked treed. On this trip I had another dog— Duffy. Duffy was a mighty good dog, though not a« fast as Cap. He was trailing Cap when the cougar was started but he arrived at the tree a few seconds lat er and his voice joined Cap’s at tree "When I arrived upon the scene th» :ougar was up a small cedar, stand ing upon a limb, baring his fangs and lashing his sides with his long trail I pulled down on his neck and cu' loose. Out he came and as he hit th« 'round both dogs pounced upon him. [ had aimed to break the varmint*, leek but the sights were out of hal ier, as I discovered* later and the bul et had broken the beast's jaw. It pu lis mouth, with his big fangs, out ol ■(«mission and that was all. ' Hi. noSt deadly weapons, his long dag rer-like claws had tq be reckoned with. It was a terrible mix-up •ougar and dogs in one great pile 'oiling over and over,' snarling an«' 'Cowling and slashing at each other ! made a run for them, wishing t< ret close in so I could get the muzzk of the gun against the cougar when 1 fired, for I was afraid to hitting one of the dogs. My foot caught in a trailing vine and I fell headlong imongst the fighting beasts. My gun Hew from my haqds as I fell. For a Tew seconds I was flat on my back n the midst of that mad battle. Ther* I lay, the battle surging over and around me. But in those few seconds the cougar, evidently figuring that mj unexpected advent into the struggle was the greatest odds against him shook himself free from the dogs righted himself on his feet and foi an instant stood poised above me. Hie snarling bloody face and green eyes were only a few scant inches from m; face. A mighty paw rose, gleaming claws flashing death above me. A; long as I live I shall never forget tha’ moment as the paw started its swift descent. And then as if by magic cougar, threatening paw and all were snatched from my line of vision. Duffy had righted himself and grabbed the cougar by the root of his long tail and given a' gigantic tug which had pulled the beast from me and at the same instant Cap had buried his fangs in the beast’s throat and turn ed him completely over. But in the mad scramble that followed both «logs lost their holds and the cougar was brought to bay backed against a large log. By this time I had recov ered my rifle and charged in again to fairly close quarters. Cap rushed in close, the cougar rose on his hind legs and again that big paw was lift ed to deliver a death slap and again the paw’s' descent was stopped in midair as my rifle cracked and the cougar fell with a broken neck. *‘I then took inventory of myself and dogs. I was O. K. with the ex ception of a few scratches caused from my tumble Duffy was scratched .. 5»SS> OUT-OF-DOORS STUFF By Lana Leneve Tonight, I sit atone by the campfire. Fresh logs have just been tossed on and the flameu are leaping high, bring ing into bold relief the immediate sur roundings. The lid of my "treasure chest’’ stands open and the light from the fire plays upon the worn cover of an old picture album. Gently I re move it from the chest and .slowly turn the pages. A woodland scene unfolds before me, a giant waterfall, tumbling from a dizzy height down the face of a cliff; a dancing, spark ling trout stream winding through a boulder strewn canyon; and then game pictures—deer, bear, varmint* and ducks and geese; pictures of strings of trout. And each picture ejriw me lock into ths past; each hold* a golden memory and as I gaze at each in turn the scene# are again enacted, relived again. Again I am invading the wilderness on an un charted jungle trail; again I am whip ping a trout stream that winds far away in the big woods; again I Stalk the big bucks amid the rimrock coun-. try far to the southward; again 1 hear the voice of my dog at tree in' the fastness of the jungles; I crouch again in my blind and watch th< ducks swinging into my decoys. Wka' a golden store of memories that old album contains! Each page is a pag« from life itself—each picture repre sents a day of life from out the post My present surroundings are forgot ten and I relive these scenes from the past. Each picture is a jewel of memory in that ragged old book, each page I turn unfolds old familiar scenes before me; brings to memory once again incidents connected with each particular picture. The face of a hunting companion comes to view —a pal of the trails and fields. The waters of a great river claimed him several years ago, but as I gaze at hie picture how easy it is to relive the acenes of by-gone days with him. And now comes the picture of my dogs— pals, every one of them. There’s------ Hark! There’s a step upon the trail so I 'am forced to lay aside the old album for the time being and welcome this late visitor. A tall form emerges from the shadows and I arise to greet my old friend, Bob MacKarrow. “Well, Lans,” says Bob, “thought I’d drop up and tell you a little dog story.” Bob removed his hat, seated himself upon a nearby log and spun the following yarn: “No use to tell you what kind of a varmint dog old Cap waa, for you have shot many a varmint behind him yourself, but did I ever tell you about the time that he and I got tangled up with the big cou gar over in the Tioga country? Well, we had hunted for several days and Cap had treed a bear and three bob cats. But one of those old long-tailed cats was what I was after. Finally I located a herd of elk. It was during calfing season. I judged that there must be between 25 and 80 elk in the herd, but very few calves were in evidence, according to the sign. It is a known fact that cougar are re sponsible for the shortage in elk herds in southwestern Oregon, as they follow up the herds and destroy slightly and Cap—my heart dropped clear to my stomach when I looked him over. He waa clawed in a duz-n places and the blood was apout.ng from a great gash that had laid him wide open from the top of his shoul der half way down his back. He was weak from loas of blood. I patched him up the best I would and laid him in a shady spot, skinned out the cougar and taking Duffy, returned to camp about three miles distant. I felt that Cap waa done for; however, I decided to secure my pack sack to pack him >ack in and do what I could for the >ld fellow. So securing the pack sack I returned to the scene of the '«ill. Arriving there I went to the spot where I had left Cap and dis- -overed that he was miasing. There seemed to be only one solution to his lisappearanceand that was that he tad gone in search of water—or per haps crawled away to die. I hardly ;new which way to turn. I stood herb trying to decide which would be he most logical course to pursue in earching for him. Faint and far way came the voice af a dog—and it vas Cap's voice! And he was bark- ng treed! What could be the mean ing of it? As I hastened toward his- voice I doped it out in my mind what had occurred. He had gone in seach • if water, had given out and was bark ing for me. Finally I reached him. He was lying beneath a large fir and gazing up into its branches and bay ing, too weak to stand on his feet. My gaze lifted to the branches of the tree, and there crouched against the trunk was a big bob-cat. Evidently the cat had passed along close to where I had left Cap and he had given pursuit and treed it And lying there too weak from loss of blood to even keep his feet, in deadful pain from his wounds, old Cap had kept his faith.” And there, folks, is the story that Bob MacKarrow, famous varmint hunter, told me beside a campfire in the heart of the wilderness. To some of you it may soupd like fiction, but to hunters who ever associated with and trailed behind old Cap I am sure it will not bp doubted. As far as hu mans were concerned Cap was friend ly, real friendly, but putting him against the beasts he delighted to hunt or against ill-natured dogs, why he was a killer—a killer pure and simple. Weighing in the neighbor- hood of 100 pounds he wan all dog. As fast as a wolf on his feet, packed with surplus energy and the fighting- est dog on four legs.- His record on varmints was marvelous. Out of 18 straight runs on one hunt, he treed 12 bobcats, three cougar and three bear. I wish that I had the figures on the actual number of varmints, including bobcats and cougar, that he treed. He tended strictly to the busi ness of hunting varmint»-and would never run deer after once being brok en of the habit. It is no wander that he was sold and resold and bought and rebought amongst varmint hunt ers for the sum of 3300 several dif ferent times. And when you think of dogs of this sort losing their lives by picking up a poisoned bait put out for a measly coyote it sure makes a fellow hostile. A dog of this sort is of more value to a community and furnishes more protection to both game and sheep than all the poison bait slingers combined in southwest ern Oregon. What is needed is the elimination of poison and decent bounties restored upon predatory ani mals. Then it would pay hunters to raise and train more dogs like old Cap. Will have some more stories con- cerning Cap in the future. .Marriage Licenses He knows where his next meal is coming from S afe in the electric refrigerator '-kept at a temperature always below 50 degrees is the fresh milk so necessary to this young fellow’s health. Safe, too, is the food for the whole family. Also, in purchasing an elec* . trie refrigerator his mother waa thinking not only of safety but also of economy. She counted on keeping fresh food that might otherwise spoil... she knew that left-overs could be kept and made into new tasty dishes for later meals... she planned on pur chasing in larger quantities, buying at Saturday prices and keeping the food in the refrigerator until wanted later. The electric refrigerator you want will probably never be so cheap again. See your dealer today. MOUNTAIN STATES POWER COMPANY Aug. 26—Ralph Fellows and Paul ine Randleman, both of Bandon. They were married by Rev. G. A. Gray at the M. ", E. parsonage here last Sat- urady. Aug. 26—M. W. Hancock and Jo- sephine Anderson, both of ___________ Bandon. Judge Thompson performed the cere mony at the court house, Saturday. Aug. 26—Geo. Wesley Brewster and Ella Ameson, both of Coquille. They were also married by Judge Thomp son last Saturday. Aug. 26—Kenneth Hansen and Lor na Harris, both of McKinley. Judge Thompson was called on by them to perform hie third ceremony that day. Aug. 29—J. H. Hawkins, of Bridge, and Elnora M. Hoyt, of Portland. They were married by Judge Thomp son at the court house Tuesday. Aug. 80—Arthur L. DeCosta, of Bandon, and Janet Shaffer, of North Bend. Aug. 30—Alexander Kelleman and Fairy Davie, both of Myrtle Point. They were married here by Judge Thompson Wednesday. Three for Game Violations Elmer and Ellis Shull were before Justice Dodge at Myrtle Point on last Monday charged with possession of deer in closed season. They were fined $100 each. Judge Dodge suspended 375 in each case, the defendants pay ing 325 and costa. R. A. Hurst, of San Francisco, was before the judge on Tuesday, Aug. 29. for angling without a license i and fined 325 and costa. Both cases were brought in by police officer W. A. Cornell. . J - real ball game. As it was, the fray Thursday afternoon. Colored Bewhiskered Boys was entertaining, but with Coquille Monday Miss Dorothy Matoon and Give Loggers a Drubbing playing the ball she is capable of, the Chester Oylear, eight-year old son of Dark clouds which hovered over the local ball park m engulfed the Co quille Loggers by their dulling effects that the proteges of Bill Fortier be came completely befuddled last Sun day and dropepd a 12 to 5 decision to the travelling Colored House of David ball club. Manager Fortier’s Loggers could do nothing but stagger aimlessly against all obstacles of which there were many. First and greatest was the colorful colored team which, once ahead, played- like big leaguers. Sec ond and last was the fact the Co quille team fell to pieces for the first time this season and dropped to the level of the usual run of bush league clubs. The winning margin came in the sixth inning when the House team scored five rune on three hits, batting around to fulfill the accomplishment. In this frame Williams, as first up, popped out, but a following walk to Bennette, Owsley’s single, an error, a fielder’s choice, and another single by Favors drove in three runs. Wood yard got the seventh batter on a ground ball, but on the play the fourth run crossed, and then Thompson singled to score the fifth. A pop fly ended the hilarity. Aside from this attack which was aided greatly by Logger dizzy spells, the colored boys crossed the plate with one score in the first, two in the second, one in the eighth, and three in the ninth, hitting at least once in every canto. On the other hand the Loggers peck ed away to score once in the opening frame, three times in the sixth on an error, a walk and Murray’s home run under the cars in left field, and once again in the ninth. However, hard luck hitting held the Logger’s score down, many drives going into the hands of waiting fielders. In the event that the Loggers had played up to their usual standard, the huge crowd would have seen a count might have been different. The largest crowd to attend a ball game in years was present to witness the Logegr debacle. E B H O Colored Team 2 2 0 4 Bennette, r 1 1 1 Owaly, s 1 6 2 13 Hicks, 8 1 6 1 2 1 Barker, 1 ' 2 4 • 0 Favors, 1 6 0 1 4 0 McQueen, m 4 1 2 5 1 Thompson, 2 0 6 1 2 0 Gray, c Williams, p 0 4 1 1 1 « « Totals 45 12 16*26 10 4 •Roper out first inning. batting out of turn. B R H o A E Coquille 5 2 1 8 2 Woodyard, 3 4 0 1 8 1 1 Fischer, 2 4 0 2 1 0 • Stewart, s Brundage, m 5 0 0 0 0 0 5 1 1 11 1 1 Kolstad, 1 Roper, r 5 0 1 0 0 0 1 1 0 » 1 0 Smith, c 4 0 0 0 2 • Pulford, 1 9 0 1 0 8 2 Gilbert, p 2 1 1 0 4 0 Murray, p 1 0 0 0 0 0 Fortier, t — — — — — — 38 5 8 27 14 4 Totals t Batted for Roper in ninth. R H E Colored 1 2 0 0 0 5 0 1 3—12 16 4 Coquille 10000300 1—5 8 4 Summary—'Three-base hit. Gray; home run, Murray; stolen bases, Fa vors 8, McQueen; hit by pitcher, Hicks; wild pitches, Murray; passed ball, Gray, Smith 2; bases on balls, Gilbert 4, Murray 1, Williams 4; struck out, Gilbert 8; innings pitcher, by Gilbert 6, by Murray 8; umpires, Sturdivant and McLain. Knife Hospital Notes Ivan Thompson, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Thompson who is here vis iting from Monmouth, Ore., under went an operation for hernia last Carl Oylear, underwent tonsils opera tions. Thursday Virginia Swindahl had her appendix removed by Dr. James Richmond. Dismissed this week on Tuesday were J. H. Hawkina, of Bridge, and Miss Lucille Waring. Motorcycle Hillclimb Sunday A ¿roup of Coos county motorcycle riders have scheduled their second annual hillclimb for next Sunday, Sep tember 8, at 2 o’clock p. m. The hill is situated on the Thos. Anderson ranch, four miles from Coquille on the Fishtrap road, and behind the barn a short distance along the Fat Elk branch in the r|ad. There will be plenty of parking space for cars and the afternoon of sport is free’ to ev eryone who wishes to see the spills and thrills in motorcycle hillclimbing. In case of enough rain to make the hill muddy, the climb will bo held a week later, on Sept. 10. Probate Coart Items Eilens G. Patch, of Powers, -------- was ,-------------- last Friday named as executrix of the will of Donald Howard Patch, who died »t Weiser, Idaho, July A k F. Milne, E. J. Greiner and E. F. Keller are appraisers of the $1,000 estate. Myrtle E. Dick, of Marshfield, was on Tuesday appointed guardian for Donna Elisabeth Dick whose estate is estimated at 31,157.20. T SAVE MONEY! Have Your Tires Re-Grooved at SOUTHWESTERN MOTOR CO.
