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digging, rose on hind feet, and looked all around as 

 though he felt that some one was slipping up on 

 him. He dug for a few minutes longer and then 

 again stood up and sniffed the air. Not satisfied, he 

 walked quickly to a ledge from which he could see 

 down the slope to the woods. Discovering nothing 

 suspicious, he returned to his digging, stepping in 

 his former footprints. He uncovered something in 

 its nest, and through my glasses I saw him strike 

 right and left and then rush out in pursuit of it. 

 After nosing about in the hole where he had been 

 digging, he started off again. He went directly to 

 the ledge, walking in his former well-tracked trail, 

 then descended the steep eastern slope of the 

 Divide toward the woods. I hurried to the ledge 

 from which he had surveyed the surroundings 

 and watched him. 



Arriving at a steep incline on the snowy slope, 

 Old Timberline sat down on his haunches and 

 coasted. A grizzly bear coasting on the Continen- 

 tal Divide! How merrily he went, leaning forward 

 with his paws on his knees! At one place he plunged 

 over a snowy ledge and dropped four or five feet. 

 He threw up both fore paws with sheer joy. Soon 

 he found himself exceeding the speed-limit. Look- 



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