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Show 314 TALES OF THE COLORADO PIONEERS. ONE SOFT FOOT. " Soon we saw him coming, hat in hand and hair flying in the breeze, yelling, ' run, it's a bear!' I joined in the race, but the lady, with the curiosity peculiar to her sex, stepped out into the trail to get a view of the brute. Obtaining it she fainted, and there was nothing left for us but to turn and fight the bear. We killed it because we had to. "After we had been out two or three weeks, camping and lingering where it pleased us best, we came one evening to a deserted town, and took possession of one of the houses to save the trouble of pitching our tents. A stranger who claimed to live in those parts, said 'that house is fairly alive with bed bugs,' and advised us to put up our |
