. The cattle queen of Montana . is repeated cries forhelp nerved me on, and, picking up the weapon, and ap^proaching as near as possible, I leveled, aimed and fired,thinking as I did so that were the bullet to miss the animaland find lodging place in the body of the mangled man itwould be a circumstance which might be looked upon moreas a blessing than as a subject of regret, as he was by thistime most terribly wounded and exhausted and were thebattle to be continued would soon be at the mercy of the sav-age beast. My first shot failed of touching the animal andinstead ploughed deeply into the
. The cattle queen of Montana . is repeated cries forhelp nerved me on, and, picking up the weapon, and ap^proaching as near as possible, I leveled, aimed and fired,thinking as I did so that were the bullet to miss the animaland find lodging place in the body of the mangled man itwould be a circumstance which might be looked upon moreas a blessing than as a subject of regret, as he was by thistime most terribly wounded and exhausted and were thebattle to be continued would soon be at the mercy of the sav-age beast. My first shot failed of touching the animal andinstead ploughed deeply into the fleshy part of the mansthigh. Again I fired, and with the second shot the beastloosened its hold, trembled an instant, and, rolling to oneside, stretched full length upon the grass, mortally wound-ed and dying. Seeing that nothing more was to be feared from it, Ihastened to the stream near by and filled one of my shoeswith water, and, returning with all possible haste, bathedthe face of the wounded and now unconscious man, and. 03 a ao o A STORY OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE IN THE WEST. 41 tearing strips from my apron and dress bound as best Icould the gaping wounds. Leaving him thus I climbed toa large rock upon the side of the mountain and with all mypower cried aloud for help, at the same time discharging^the revolver in the air. My efforts were productive ofquick results, for almost at the first my cries were heard bythose in the camp and a party at once hastened to thescene. The wounded man was carried to the camp, hiswounds were dressed by the train doctor, and in the courseof time he fully recovered, although during the balance ofhis life his face, head and neck were badly disfigured byugly scars. Say, boys, he would often say, you can talk aboutgrit and sand, but that air little white-headed, freckled-faced gal has got more sand than all o you fellers put to-gether, and I truly believe that to his dying day that manconsidered me the bravest woman on earth. Well, I be-lieve I
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