Deer Plentiful.

Deer tracks were very plentiful.  We fixed up our camp, cut up our antelope, put a lot of it out to dry or “jerk,” as the common expression is, and then about an hour before sunset, Chauvin and I set out to look the country over.  There was plenty of timber, pinons and other pines, and oaks, scrub and large, all full of acorns, upon which the deer were feeding.  Returning from camp, not 100 yards from it, we jumped two bucks.  We killed both of them, each getting one.  Just about then, we began to think things were coming our way.  We drew the deer, and in hanging them upon a small oak tree, I pressed a yellow-jacket with the middle finger of my right hand.  Before I got the stinger out, my upper lip swelled up to enormous proportions, and both my eyes were swollen shut.  Chauvin looked at me with open-eyed and open-mouthed astonishment.  In a characteristic tone, native to him, he remarked, “If I hadn’t seen it, I couldn’t believe it,” He had to lead me to camp.

I have been very susceptible to bee stings all my life.  Several years before this a bumble bee had stung me on my upper lip, and my whole face was swollen out of shape for many days.  I suppose that fact had something to do with the peculiar action of this sting.  At any rate, I was in great misery, and lay in camp with my eyes swollen shut for three days before the swelling began to abate.  I drank great quantities of the sulphur water, and bathed my face in it continuously.

The morning after the yellow-jacket incident, Chauvin and the roustabout, the latter taking my gun, left me in bed and went out after deer.  They left without breakfast, about daylight.  Shortly afterwards, two of the horses broke loose and ran through camp terror stricken.  The third horse strained at his stake rope, but did not break it.  He snorted and stamped at a great rate.  The loose horses did not leave camp, but kept up a constant running and snorting for some time.  When Chauvin came back, he found that a bear had come down from the mountains near by, torn down and partially devoured one of the deer we had killed the night before, not one hundred yards from where I lay in bed.

Don Elogio de Celis, a well known citizen of Los Angeles, was camped in a canyon about a mile west of us.  That afternoon he killed a grizzly bear of pretty good proportions, and we all supposed that he was the marauder who had visited our camp that morning.

While I was laid up Chauvin got two more bucks, several tree squirrels and some mountain quail.  We made plenty of jerky, while living off the fat of the land.

About four or five days after I was stung, the swelling went down sufficiently for me to see again, but I had lost my appetite for further hunting, especially as Chauvin had had several long tramps without any luck.  We stayed in camp a couple of days longer, then, as signs of a rainstorm were prevalent, we packed up and left camp very early one morning, and the first day got back to Newhall.  The next morning, when we reached San Fernando, as I was not feeling any too well, I took the train for Los Angeles, so as to avoid the hot, dusty ride in by wagon.