Homer Duncan was in the same wagon train as Sidney Tanner and his family. He told
this story. It is found on the Mormon Overland Travel Database and is carefully transcribed there, so rather
challenging to read, but is still a great story, so I have removed strikethroughs,
done some editing, and added paragraphs for readability. Please see the
original for any serious use of the source material. (Link.) The two men with the guns were probably Crosby family slaves, most likely Toby and Grief.
We stopped
at Florence about ten days, when, we left for the Elkhorn, and remained there
until the 7th of July, 1848, when we started for the Valley, with Barney
Adams captain of fifty, and Chapman Duncan Captain of ten.... nothing of
intrest occured until we reached Deer Creek. ... Camping one night on the
Platte River we drove our cattle over the bluffs Eastward into [to]
Deer Creek to feed.
The next
morning, we went for our cattle, and Sidney Tanner’s little white cur dog went with me which he never done before nor afterwards. when we
got to the timber, some one cried out ‘Bear.’ I was alone, except for the dog.
I soon saw the bear, and the grizzly saw me He started for
me. and I ran as fast as I could, but the dog stayed
where he was. …When I had run a few rods, I had to bend down to
get under a leaning tree, and as I bent down I looked back to see where the
bear was. and When I looked back I saw the little dog catching the
grizzly by the ham, and run in the opposite direction, from me with the
bear following after it
This was
the last I knew for that I knew for a long time as
when I attempted to pass under the leaning tree, I struck my
head against it with great force and fell When I came too, I got up and
went out of the timber, and met two negroes, who belonged to the
Company. and they had their guns well loaded I borrowed a gun from
them, took one and went back and when I reached the place
where I first saw the bear, the little dog, was there and as I looked I
saw the bear standing about ten rods from me.
I raised
the gun, an old …flint Lock, waist high, leveled it at the grizzly and
pressed the trigger, intending to run if I did not hit the animal The
instant I shot the bear she jumped into the air, I think all of six feet, then
ran around in a circle about ten or fifteen rods, fell dead. I have always
considered this an act of Providence, the bear certainly would have killed me
if the dog which never went with me before or since had not
turned her in another direction.
...we reached the mouth of Emigration Canyon...October <16> 1848.16>
...we reached the mouth of Emigration Canyon...October <16> 1848.16>
The picture of the grizzly bears, native to Wyoming, is from: "Grizzlybears ChrisServheenUSFWS" by Chris Servheen/USFWS - This image originates from the National Digital Library of the United States Fish and Wildlife Service. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Grizzlybears_ChrisServheenUSFWS.jpg#mediaviewer/File:Grizzlybears_ChrisServheenUSFWS.jpg
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