‘--Most of our readers have read the amusing story of the "Big Bear of Arkansas
." An old bear-hunter tells the story of his following him for many months without success, and that he finally concluded he was a creation of the evil one, to bewilder him and damage his soul.
A similar brute to the one described in the tale has infested the San Joaquin valley
, between the San Joaquin river
and the coast range, for at least three years. He was a grizzly of enormous size, but of great speed.
Parties of farmers and cattle-raisers turned out again and again to pursue him, but when they thought they surely had him, the beast suddenly disappeared, as if he had suck into the ground.
Bullets appeared to have no effect upon him. He has been a terror to everything on four legs in that district, and many a fat bullock has made a meal for him. The farmers became almost as superstitious as the old hunter, and some almost believed, like him, that Old Nick protected their scourge.
A few days ago, however, the illusion was dispelled.
Dr. Samuel Mitchell
and some other gentlemen got upon the track of the long-dreaded depredator about fifty miles from this city, near the San Joaquin
, and succeeded in killing him. He was worn down almost to a skeleton, and the captors, we presume, did not have as much difficulty with him as if he was in full health and strength.
They found eighteen balls in their prize.
The residents of the valley are fortunate in being finally rid of him.-- ’ San Joaquin (Cal.) Republican.