When Roosevelt came in, he called him "Four eyes," because he wore
spectacles, and announced "Four eyes is going to set up the
drinks." Roosevelt tried to pass it off by laughing, and sat down
behind the stove to escape notice, and keep away from trouble. But
the "bad man" came and stood over him, a gun in each hand, using
foul language, and insisting that "Four eyes" should get up and
treat.

"Well," Roosevelt reluctantly remarked, "if I've got to, I've got
to!" As he said this, he rose quickly, and hit the gun-man with
his right fist on the point of the jaw, then with his left, and
again with his right. The guns went off in the air, as the "bad
man" went over like a nine-pin, striking his head on the corner of
the bar as he fell. Roosevelt was ready to drop on him if he
moved, for he still clutched the revolvers. But he was senseless.

The other people in the bar recovered their nerve, once the man
was down. They hustled him out into the shed, and there was no
more trouble from him.

Roosevelt hunted geese and ducks, deer, mountain sheep, elk and
grizzly bear during his stay in the West. It was still possible to
find buffalo, although most of the great herds had vanished. The
prairie was covered with relics of the dead buffalo, so that one
might ride for hundreds of miles, seeing their bones everywhere,
but never getting a glimpse of a live one. Yet he managed, after a
hard hunt of several days, to shoot a great bull buffalo.

An encounter with a grizzly bear is much more exciting, and he was
nearly killed by one bear. In later years Roosevelt killed almost