writer, that he often killed bears that would render up thirty or forty gallons of bear fat.

He also told me of another bear hunt which took place in the canebrake on Red River at Ward's Lake, above what is now Riverview and below Bryarly. The cane then was so rank and dense that a man could not ride through it on a horse; however, the bears had made trails through the cane and there were quite a number in there. Stout came home after a trip and, being out of ammunition, powder, and lead, and the neighborhood being out of meat, he took his bear dogs and his hunting knife and went to this canebrake for the purpose of killing a bear. He started his bear dogs and then secreted himself behind a large tree by which the bear trail passed, and waited for the bear. One soon came by and, knowing well the nature of the animal, he reached with his knife over the bear's back and stabbed it to the heart on the side farthest from him. The bear struck, as he knew it would, on the side from which it was wounded. Stout stepped back behind the tree and his game soon bled to death in the trail. As he told of this bear hunt in my presence he turned and looked at me, I then being a small boy, and said, "Now Pat, don't you try this trick on a bear for you could not do it".