AN OREGON BEAR STORY. The "Roseburg (Oregon) Plaindealer" has the following story: "About ten days since, HENRY BLAND and his wife, of Canyonville Precinct, went out into the to look after the sheep. When about three miles from home, his dogs got after a bear and, after a severe chase, succeeded in compelling the bear to climb a tree. About the time that MR. BLAND and his wife reached the foot of the tree, another ferocious bear suddenly put in appearance and savagely attacked the dogs in the immediate presence of MR. and MRS. BLAND. The fight now became animated and furious, dogs and bear rolling over each other in the death struggle down a steep mountain into the canyon below. BLAND was armed with a Henri rifle, but dared not shoot for fear of killing his dogs. Now came the question ... how to rescue the dogs; only two cartridges were in the rifle. MRS. BLAND urged her husband to go to the assistance of the dogs, while alone and unarmed she undertook to keep the ferocious monster up the tree. He started down into the canon to where the conflict was raging, guided by the growls and yelps of the dogs and bear. He arrived not a moment too soon, for Bruin was evidently getting the best of it, and would only be pacified by the last shot from the now empty rifle. It was dark when BLAND returned to his wife at the foot of the tree. The situation was anything but flattering. The empty rifle was of little use, and upon the dermination of MRS. BLAND to sit up with the bear, he started for home for more ammunition. The lady, being reinforced by the bleeding dogs, now felt that she was master of the situation. With no fire, far from home, in the midst of craggy mountains, this indomitable lady dared to hold at bay one of the most ferocious monsters of the forest. The bear, not liking his new home, determined to descend the tree; but our heroine, with a stick and the barking of the dogs, compelled Bruin to take a sober second thought, and taking up a position on a lower limb, with eyeballs of fire he stared at the scene below; but our huntress was not to be dismayed by the presence of her horrible companion, but stood guard until ten o'clock, when her husband and another came to her assistance. She then started for home through the deep canons and gorges of the mountains, entirely along, and it was midnight when she safely arrived at her own dwelling. The next morning, as soon as it was sufficiently light, the bear was shot. He proved to be one of the largest of those known as the cinnamon variety. "