Duncan, Homer, Autobiographical sketch [ca. 1900], fd. 1, 23-27.
I raised the gun, an old
British Musket flint Lock, waist high, leveled it at the grizzly and pressed the trigger, intending to run if I did not hit her <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, <till it> 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 <it> in another direction. There was nothing of much importance happened just common every day camp life and travel until we reached <Great Salt Lake Valley through> the mouth of Emigration Canyon on the 16th day of Oct ober <16,> 1848.