West Coast Seal Hunting, 1874

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From "In the Wake of the War Canoe" by W.E. Collinson...

"There are usually three Indians to each canoe, the steers
man, the sailsman, and the marksman, which last is seated
towards the bow. For this post the best shot is always
selected. It is no easy task to shoot the seal when the
sea is rough, as both the hunter and his object are being
tossed up and down, now on the crest of the wave, and
the next moment in the trough of the sea. It requires
a steady nerve and good sight, with judgment, to fire
instantly when the seal rises to the point of vantage. But
in order to make sure of their aim, the hunters were in
the habit of ramming a heavy charge into their guns. Four
or five bullets were commonly used with a proportionate
charge of powder to ensure success. These guns were
the old long-barrelled Hudson Bay Company s flint-locks,
which took the place of the bow and arrow, the spear and
the harpoon, the Indian s original weapons. A few years
afterwards the flint-locks were displaced by a similar
weapon, but with the percussion cap. This also has long
since disappeared, and now every Indian hunter is armed
with the modern repeating-rifle. "
 
Another quote from the same book, mentions the Snider.

".......well-nigh annihilated them. My old Snider rifle, which I
generally carried with me in my early canoe journeys, and
which often provided myself and crew with provisions,
when otherwise we might have suffered from want, was quite
an object of attraction to those Indian hunters. After a
careful examination of the weapon, accompanied by many
questions, at length the leading marksman cast it aside,
exclaiming that he believed it was worthless, and would
not bear comparison with their weapons. This man was
named " Nugwats Kippow," or the " Father of the Wolf,"
and being a daring and successful hunter both on sea and
on land, his opinions carried great weight with the others.
Shortly after I had conducted morning prayer with
them and my crew, they went out to practise with their
guns. For this purpose they affixed a white clam shell as
a target on a tree at a distance of some 150 yards. After
each of them had tried his skill and the shell remained
untouched, they sighted me standing at some distance, and
at once challenged me to a trial with my gun, I accepted
the opportunity to justify my weapon, which had been so
unjustly condemned, and, taking careful aim, shattered the
clam-shell target at the first effort. They looked at one
another, and the Father of the Wolf" exclaimed, Well,
the chief evidently knows his own gun," and, casting his
own from him on the sand, retreated slowly into the
hunting lodge. Trivial though this incident was, yet it
gained for me an influence with these Indian hunters which
I was enabled to turn to good effect afterwards. The
"Father of the Wolf" became one of my most faithful
friends, and died some years afterwards, rejoicing to the
end in the faith of the Gospel. The report of my skill as
a marksman spread to another camp, on an adjacent island,
and in the evening I had all the hunters present at the
service which I conducted in the open air, whilst the......"
 
Sounds Like Quite the Woman........

"Later on this Indian, when a young woman, was attacked
by a she- bear with her two cubs in the forest. She was
quite alone, and had but a small axe with which she was
gathering the inner bark of the young spruce trees. As the
bear stood up to seize her, she sprang upon it and dealt it
such a blow on the head that it tumbled over. Recovering
quickly it sprang at her again and almost struck the axe
from her grasp, but before it could repeat the blow she
struck it again. It however succeeded in almost tearing
her dress off her as it fell ; and before it could return to the
attack our huntress struck it again fair over the head, and
with repeated blows despatched it. She then turned to the
cubs which threatened her and quickly killed them both. I
purchased the skin of one of these as a memento of her feat,
which surpassed that of any hunter, as she was armed only
with the axe. She has just lately repeated the feat and
killed a second she-bear and cubs. This woman was the
last of her tribe to be baptized and registered among our
Christian congregation. "
 
Grizzlies!

"............this chief is
comparatively a young man. He is not merely a hunter, but
a prince of hunters. With a good eye, a steady nerve, and
no fear, he can bring down his game at sight.

Not long since, while bear-hunting on his old hunting-
grounds, he entered a small valley which was so completely
surrounded by mountains that there was neither access nor
exit but by the pass through which our hunter had entered.
Instantly he halted, as though turned to stone, for a strange
sight met his eyes. Six grizzlies were engaged in growling
and fighting over the carcase of a black bear which they
had evidently killed, and were now devouring. It was early
in the season, and food was scarce, which caused them thus
to indulge in such a carnivorous feast. Instantly, on per
ceiving the hunter in the distance, they charged upon him
in a line, one after another.

Without retreating a step, he raised his trusty rifle, and,
taking steady aim, he tumbled the leader over. This
checked them, but only for a moment ; they resumed their
onward rush with a loud roar. Another well-aimed bullet
reduced their number to four, just the number of cartridges
left in his magazine. But, as they were decreasing the dis
tance rapidly, every shot told, till but one remained, and this
was only a few yards distant.

It was evident to the hunter that this was an old grizzly,
both from his colour and from the slowness of his movements,
consequently he permitted him to come quite near before he
discharged his final shot. The bullet struck him in the vital
part. It pierced his heart. One of his tribe, who was in
the vicinity, hearing the repeated reports of the rifle, came
rushing to ascertain the cause, and was surprised to see
the long line of grizzly carcases right up to where they had
been interrupted at their bloody feast. "
 
More Bear Stories

"THOUGH the Zitz-Zaows, as has already been stated,
were famed for their ability and skill as hunters, yet
it is doubtful whether they surpassed the Nishkas in
this respect. The introduction of the repeating-rifle and
the breech-loading shot-gun has been of great advantage to
the Indian hunters. In one season of about six weeks I have
known our hunters to bring in some seven hundred and fifty
bear skins.

Reckoning at even a lower rate for the other encampments
on the Nass River, there could not have been less than two
thousand bears captured in the one short season. This they
never could have accomplished with the old muzzle-loading
weapons. In addition there are fewer accidents now to the
hunters. Under the old regime, often the hunters were
seriously injured, and sometimes killed, in their encounters
with bears. Many of the older men bear the marks of these
encounters. Here is one who always wears his hat on one

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side of his head. His object is to conceal his ear, which has
almost entirely been torn off by a bear which he had wounded.
Here is another who was formerly very clever as a carver in
both wood and metal. But a bear bit his thumb off and
otherwise injured his hand, so that he can no longer exhibit
his handiwork.

Many exciting tales of encounters with the denizens of the
forest might be recorded, but the following, as related and
described to me by the hunter himself, is, I consider, the
most wonderful. He was visiting me one afternoon in
February during a severe cold spell, and as I had a good fire
burning to keep out the cold, my friend Gwaksho, who was
a chief, drew near and permitted his fur robe to drop lower
on his shoulders in order to enjoy the heat. As he did so I
remarked that his shoulders and arms were covered with
scars. I suspected that these had been caused by the
medicine men of his tribe while he was yet a heathen, as one
band of the craft known as the flesh-tearers were accustomed
to rush around the camps howling like wolves, and would bite
and tear the flesh off the shoulders and arms of those whom
they might meet.

In answer to my inquiries as to how he had received such
wounds, he informed me that they had been inflicted on him
in a life and death struggle which he had with a bear some
years previously. He had gone into the forest in search of
a suitable red cedar tree from which to construct a canoe,
and was accompanied by his son, then a boy of about seven
years, when suddenly on crossing a large fallen tree he found
himself face to face with a grizzly bear. He had left his
gun leaning against a tree on disembarking from his canoe,
and consequently had nothing with him but his hunting-
knife. This, however, he had not time to draw, as, being at
close quarters, the bear sprang upon him instantly.

As quickly, the hunter threw both his arms and legs around
the bear s neck and shoulders, and pressing his head up
closely under the bear s lower jaw, commenced to worry it

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with his teeth. His object was to endeavour to sever the
bear s throat. He had good teeth, as all the Indians had
formerly, prior to the introduction of the white man s bill of
fare. The bear tried hard to dislodge the hunter and shake
him off, and it was then that he succeeded in inflicting the
numerous wounds, the scars from which had attracted
my notice. The hunter was eager to draw his knife, but
dare not relax his hold, as it would have given Bruin an
advantage. At length he succeeded in severing the main
artery and the wind-pipe, and was bathed in blood both
from his own wounds and that of the bear. His little boy
could not help, as, alas, he had no weapon.

With the artery severed the bear quickly weakened from
loss of blood, and at length tumbled over, and at the same
instant the hunter fainted. But only for a moment, as
reviving again he called to his son for water. Pulling a
large leaf of the skunk or bear cabbage (Symplocarpw
fcetidus\ he ran to a stream near by, and, filling it, hastened
to return to his father. He drank eagerly, and directed
his son to wash the blood from his face and eyes with the
water remaining. With the aid of his son he was enabled
to drag himself free from the bear, which was quite dead.
More water was brought to wash and staunch the flow of
blood, and leaves applied to the wounds.

Lacerated though he was, he was enabled with the aid
of his son to reach the canoe, in which they drifted a few
miles further down to another encampment of the tribe,
when more effective help was rendered. Several weeks
elapsed before he was able to get about again, but being
of a strong constitution he was soon able to engage in
the bear-hunt once more, but never left his gun behind
again. He had preserved the fangs of the bear, which he
presented to me. "
 
Well, my boys and I sometimes have a 'who's the man' contest by attempting to top one another at some contest, but the Indian who killed a Grizz with his teeth is pretty hard to top. Call me soft, but I think I'll stick to hunting Grizzlies with my trusty 22 rimfire.
 
More Bear Stories

"Not long after our arrival, an Indian hunter was brought
in badly injured by a bear. 1 He had been coasting along
in his canoe, accompanied by his son, a boy of some ten
years old, when suddenly a large black bear was sighted
near the shore. Paddling stealthily till well within range,
he then took aim and fired, but only succeeded in wounding
the bear, which quickly disappeared in the forest. Spring
ing ashore, he hastened in pursuit of the wounded animal,
which he tracked by the stains of blood on its trail. He
had just succeeded in loading his flint-lock musket, when
suddenly the bear sprang upon him from behind a fallen
tree, where he lay in wait. The force with which the bear
assailed him had dashed the gun from his grasp, so that
he was completely at the mercy of the infuriated animal.
His son, who had followed his father with axe in hand,
rushed to his help on hearing his cries, and together they
succeeded in despatching the animal. But what a state he
had left the hunter in ! His left eyebrow was torn away, and
his upper lip ripped open. His left fore-arm was broken,
whilst the flesh hung in strips from the shoulder. His thigh
was also badly lacerated. We were enabled to dress his
wounds by putting in some stitches where necessary, and
using adhesive plaster for the lighter wounds. His broken
arm was also set, and steps taken to arrest the inflammation.
Notwithstanding the high fever which followed, this patient
recovered, and appeared grateful for the treatment he had
received. He abandoned heathenism, and with his wife
and family joined the Methodist Mission at Port Simpson,
where, after a course of instruction, they were baptized.
But he never completely lost the marks of his life-and-death
encounter with Bruin. Many such accidents occurred from
time to time amongst the Indians........."
 
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