A Strange, Strange Story…
Chilliewhack In his younger days
Charley belongs to a hamlet near.
He was known as one of the best hunters in the province and had many thrilling adventures in his time. Did he know anything about the hairy ape-like men who were supposed to inhabit the distant mountains?
The old warrior smiled, and answered that he had had a slight acquaintance with them. He had been in what he thought was one of their houses. “And that is not all .” said he. “I met and spoke to one of their women, and I shot, But let Charcley tell the story himself The strange people of whom there are but few now rarely seen
and seldom met said the old
hunter. “are known by the name of Sasquatch, or the hairy mountain men.
-The first time I came to know about these people continued the old man “I did not see anybody. Three young men and myself were picking same berries on a rocky mountain slope five or six miles from the old town of Yale. In our search for berries. We
suddenly stumbled upon a large opening in
the side of the mountain. This was discovery greatly surprised all of us, for we knew every foot of the mountain. and never knew, nor heard there was even the vicinity outside the mouth of the cave, there was an enormous boulder. We peered into the cavity but couldn’t see anything.
“We gathered some pitch wood, lighted it and began to explore. But before we got very far from the entrance of the cave, we came upon a sort of stone house or enclosure: It was a crude affair. We
couldn’t make a thorough examination. for our pitchwood kept going out. We left. We were intending to return in a couple of days and go on exploring. Old Indians, to whom
we told the story of our discovery warned us not to venture near the cave again, as it was surely occupied by the Sasquatch.
That was the first time I heard about the
hairy men that inhabit the mountains.
We, however, disregarded the advice
of the old men and sneaked off to explore the cave, but to our great disappointment found the boulder rolled back into the
mouth and fitting it so nicely that you
might suppose it had been there made for that purpose. Charley
intimated that he hoped to have enough
money someday to buy sutticient
dynamite to blow open the cave of the Sasquatch and see how far it extends
through the mountain. The Indian then took
up the thread of his story and told of his
first meeting with one of these men. A number of other Indians and himself
Were bathing in A small lake near Yule. He
was dressing when suddenly out from
behind a rock, only a few feet away stepped a nude hairy man. “Oh he was so
big man!” continued the old hunter, he looked calmer then me for moment his eyes
were so kind looking that I was about to
speak to him when he turned about and
walked into the forest. At the same place two weeks later, Charley together with several of his companions saw the giant. But this time he ran towards the mountain. This was twenty years after the discovery of the cave…
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