A CHARGING GRIZZLY 



FOR several years I had hunted grizzlies by stalking, 

 and by watching their feeding grounds, and in this 

 way killed many, but many also got away. Sometimes 

 I would see as many as five or six in a berry patch and bag 

 only one or two; sometimes I got three; once I got four; 

 and once, as I have shown, I was able to get five. Yet 

 on one occasion I saw nine large ones together, and suc- 

 ceeded in killing only one, and that the smallest of the lot. 

 So that I thought it might be a good plan to get some bear- 

 dogs, and accordingly set about finding out what I could 

 about them. 



In one of the sporting magazines about this time I saw 

 bear-dogs advertised for sale, and a letter to their owner 

 developed a correspondence that finally resulted in a 

 hunting trip with a customer to whom he had sold a dog. 

 This customer, Mr. John D. O'Brien, in due time arrived 

 at Spokane with the bear-dog and another hound that he 

 had brought along to be taught bear hunting. The bear- 

 dog was a mongrel, but of what breeds no living man 

 could guess. He answered to the name of Nebo. The 

 third, human, member of the party was Mr. Martin Spen- 

 cer, and I secured from an old Indian two likely looking 



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