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To-day's Short Story.) AN IRON CLUTCH. I My horse stood saddled at the doorway of I the "hotel" at Pinckney mining oamp. I ,mas about to start away to join the railway Purveying party in the field, and Colonel Bocfcl&od, our chief engineer, was giving me eame parting instroctio&s. « You'll find a bridle path most of the way," he said, with, some bits of rough- Ltoiag into the canons. Ton can take my Winchester along, and you may get a bear- it tie doesn't get you." EeTore handing the rifle to me be tried its look. "The trigger pulls too easily," he said; H 1ihe tnmfakler of the look needs filing. Wait a fow minutes, and I'll fix it right here." A small fife and a screwdriver were neces- sary tools in our surveying outfit. But to- day no file could the colonel find with all his searching. On the hotel platform was heaped the hunting outfit of a long-haired mountaineer, in town lor supplies. Beside the blankets, ,oooking -utensils, and trapping gear lay an object somewhat unusual in Colorado—<a large iron bear-trap. Two or three loungers 'Were examining it with listless curiosity and guessing at its weight. One of them, after lifting it, offered to bet that it weighed over seventy-five pounds. Bearing down with all my weight and strength upon one of the heavy springs, I could hardly start it. "You'll never set it that way," said the trapper. "It takes a lever for that job. l'U show you how." By means of a handspike aid the efforts of eeveral men, the springs were foroed down, and the trap set. One of the men then dropped the end of the wooden bar upon the pan," releasing the notched catch that held the trap open; there was something terrify- ing in the ferocious upward jump of the machine as the iron jaws sprang together, cutting deep into the ash handspike, jarring it from the hand that held it. At noon I had travelled fifteen of the twenty-fiv-3 miles I bad to go, and on the slope of a tiunly-woodcd declivity, backed by steep ledges. I stopped to eat- my lunch. Xemoving the saddle, I picketed my horse on an opfa plot to graze, and threw myself down to rest an hour in the shade of a. clump of pines. At a point near by, in the cliff behind me. thick dhappaxall partly screened thollo front of a rooky glen darkened by overhanging prnes. Obscure paths converging toward the recess rmSroated that them might be a. spring not far away. Picking up my rifle, I started to inwestigaita the place. Near the glen mouth some dry leaves and grass lay in the way, upon which unheedingly 1 stepped. Something hard gave way beneath my foot, followed by a powerful, upward impulse that shocked aind nearly upset me; an iron unyielding clutch was upon my ankle—and I looked down iu consterna- tion to find myself held fast in the jaws of I au immense bear-trap. Only the stout boot leg and heavy trousers had saved my ankle from breaking, and, as it was. the presanro was so rigid and intense as to cause me great paia* Kneeling, I pressed with, all weight upon one of the springs without effect. My foot was held in such a position that it was impossible for me to set it upon the ground. A strong chain led from the trap about six I feet to the "clog," a. log with a hole in one end, through which the chain, passed, and was fastened by a giant iron padlock. I was away from the pata of travel, and my only hope of rescue was that a hunter or prospector might pass that way. I^lookad (town at those detaining jaws of tron, and thought if only I could cut them asunder. If only I had a file? Hastily I started upward. In nervously shifting my position on the oil-cloth or "slicker" spread upon the ground something ball pricked me sharply. Had a rattle-snake or tarantula set its fangs into me to make the horrors of my situation complete? No, for as I lifted the coat no snake or big spider appeared beneath it; but I saw in the breast pocket some papers, which were not mine. A glance at the address ou an envelope informed me of the fact, until then unsuspected, that I my chief and I had shifted overcoats at Pinckney's. A pointed iron sticking through the cloth -was what had pricked me. Tracing it to the side pocket, my heart gave a. great bound as I took from that receptacle a small triangular file, the identical one that the colonel had missed that morning. Never was work more willing than, mine as I filed my way toward liberty. The hard steel yielded slowly; my position was cramped; but I felt neither weariness nor pain, and halted only to try the stiffness of the spring, and then fall to work the harder to deepen the tiny furrow that the file was making. The sparing gradually became pliable, until at last I was able to bend and tie it down, flat with a. piece of stout buck- skin thong borrowed from my saddle equip- ment. The trap still held me, but the pressure on my leg was considerably relieved. Straightendttg DP for a moment's rest, I noticed that my horse had run' to" the end of his rope. and was staring back down the valley as if in great fear. Looking in the direction of his gaze. I saw a grizzly bear conning across an open space in the park towards me. With his heavy, lumbertng gait, he was covering ground fast. Half-way across the valley, the bear, appearing to see the horse for the first time, paused, as if considering what to do; then turned his — course toward the frightened steed. His shambling trot quickened into a gallop as he came near the horse. Even in my own great peril my one feeling for the moment was of pity to see the impending fate of the poor tethered beast whidh, trembling, seemed hopelessly to await its fate. The boar wag within thirty yards of his intended prey, when the horse roused himself to an extraor- dinary effort to escape. With a mad leap it pulled the picket-pin from the ground, and, with. pin. and rope flying in the air, went up the valley at great speed. The grizzly followed him det-ermi-nedly a little way, then slowed down and stopped as if he felt he had no business in an open race with a horse. He gazed after him and then, with the appearance of being mucih out of temper, turned, and once again came toward me. At the edge of the tree clump the creature paused and loolied at me. There was still a glimmer of uncertainty. The grizzly bear. savage as he is. usually avoids any human being unless oornered and provoked to an encounter. It is different in the case of a she bear with cubs, or when the animal is pressed by unusual hunger. There was a chance that this one. on coming to close quarters. might yet retire or pass me at one side. I was not left long in doubt. With hair bristling with anger, he lowered his head and sent forth that terrible snarling 'roar of the grizzly which seems the vocal embodiment of aroused strength and savage vindictiveness. My rifle, now at my shoulder, was aimed steadily between the beast's eyes. I had decided that the bear's next movement of advance should be my signal for opening fire. As he surged towards me 2.t thirty yards a.way I pulled the trigger, and, throw- ing back the lever rapidly, but steadily, fired again and again at the huge brute rushing upon me with. gathering speed. The nearest thing in. his way was the saddle lying between us, and, seizing it with teeth and olaws, he rose on his hind legs a.nd tore and bit at it with blind fury. His eyes once more fixed on mine, he was in the very act of dropping the saddle when, with the muzzle of my rifle wit-bin a foot of his foaming mouth and tusk- liko teeth, I pulled the trigger. The spouting flame, the crashing report and smoke came between us. Something struck my breast, knocking me backward and senseless, and for a time I knew no more. ¡ Whether only seconds or hours had passed I had no idea, as I opened my eyes a,nd realised with a sort of unconcerned amaze- ment—for I was past fear and hope alike- that I was still alive. Where was the bear? The bear was lying on his side dead, ae he had fallen, the blood flowing from his mouth through which my last bullet had penetrated the brain. The saddle, torn and bitten, had received the fury of his instinctive death grapple, saving me from the destroying teeth and claws. Chained to the spot an unwilling, watcher beside my prostrate enemy, with rifle loaded and cocked at hand, lest the indomitable foe revive, I fell once more desperately to work with the file on my massive fetters. It was merely a. matter of work and time -4qiloome and wearisome it was-to set my- self free. I* cut and pulled away the boot, relieviniz my ankle, lacerated and deeply indented with livid marks made by the relentless iron grasp. By degrees the circula- tion in my leg was restored, and I could endure to touch the injured foot to the ground. Limping up the valley I presently saw my horse held by his rope, which had caught in a clomp of mountain cedar. I led him back to the saddle, which I put upon him, and then set out fairly on my way. Miles a/way a fire showed in the dusk, and guided me to a freighting outfit, in camp, on its way with I supplies to the surveying party I was to join.

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