knowed they couldn’t get to me…
source date: 1891
availability: public-domain

knowed they couldn’t get to me. I guess if Sam hadn’t strayed across the ridge an’ seed my horse and then begun a hunt for me, my bones would now be bleachin’ in the sun on the rocks below. Sam happened to find my pony, an’ suspicionin’ that somethin’ wuz wrong he com- menced to search for me. He soon run across the old bear, an’ shootin’ several shots into her shoulder, she keeled over dead. A few more shots from his Winchester and the cubs were done for. Of course I yelled for him to help me out. I couldn’t pull myself out and was too heavy for him to yank me out, so he dropped his lasso an’ I spliced it onto mine an’ let my- self down to the bottom. You bet we had plenty of bear meat for several days.