C\i&6 anb QUotfetr 



THE life-story of every bear is a story of ad- 

 venture. A hunter with whom I was camp- 

 ing in the No-Summer Mountains of Colorado 

 came in one June evening with the report that he 

 had killed a mother grizzly. He had searched for 

 her cubs, which he thought must be near by, but 

 had failed to discover them. The hunter said he 

 had come upon her unexpectedly in a thicket and 

 she had at once charged, probably thinking herself 

 cornered. One well-aimed shot in the head had 

 dropped her. 



The following morning I went with the hunter to 

 bring in the grizzly. She was a beautiful silver-tip of 

 about four hundred pounds. We made another 

 thorough search for the cubs without finding them. 

 Just as the hunter was about to start skinning the 

 bear I caught sight of a cub peeping from beneath 

 large slide rocks not thirty feet away. Then an- 

 other frightened cub face appeared. 



After hesitating for a moment both cubs came 

 out and stood looking intently toward us and their 



23 



