I once witnessed a grizzly-roping in Montana 

 that had rare fighting and adventure in it. Two 

 cowboys pursued a grizzly nearly to camp, when 

 several others came riding out with whirling ropes 

 seeking fun. They roped the bear; but a horse was 

 pulled off his feet and dragged, a cowboy was 

 ditched into a bunch of cactus, another cowboy 

 lost his saddle, the cinches giving way under the 

 strain, and a horse struck in the flank had to be 

 shot. Meantime the bear got away and stampeded 

 the entire herd of cattle. 



Bear stories have a fascination all their own. 

 Here is one of five men who were hunting in north- 

 western Montana, a section of high and rugged 

 mountain-peaks, snow-fields, and glaciers, well- 

 nigh inaccessible, and wholly uninhabited save by 

 wild animals. Two of the men went off to a distant 

 glacier-basin for big game, separating and going on 

 opposite sides of a ridge. One of them after a steep 

 climb came upon a grizzly cub, so large as to ap- 

 pear full-grown except to the most careful ob- 

 server. He killed the bear with three cartridges 

 from his Mauser rifle, and then, leaning the rifle 

 against a rock, stooped over to examine his prize. 

 Suddenly he heard a fearsome cry and a swift rush. 



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