no The Grizzly Bear 



that it was more than useless to follow. So we returned 

 to camp. 



The next morning we started up-stream on snow-shoes. 

 When we had gone about five hundred yards I looked up 

 at a slide on our left, and there was a huge grizzly walking 

 over a mass of snow that had slid down about a week be- 

 fore. We watched him, and as he soon began feeding on 

 the grass that had started to come up along the edge of the 

 snow we determined to make a try for him. We found a 

 fallen tree across the stream and, clambering over, shinned 

 up the steep bank and then crawled through the bushes and 

 came out at the spot where we had seen him feeding. But 

 no bear awaited us. He had evidently got wind of us in 

 some way and moved quietly away. 



Since now the snow was too deep and soft for us to get 

 through the brush without snow-shoes, and as the brush 

 was so dense that it was impossible to get through with 

 them, we could do little for nearly two weeks, but watch 

 the two slides where we had seen these two bears, and two 

 others that we could overlook with our field-glasses. 



About a half mile up the mountain, a little below camp, 

 there was a large slide where the snow, starting from an 

 altitude much greater than usual, had dashed over the 

 edge of a cliff some five hundred feet high, to lie piled up a 

 hundred feet or more against its base. One morning while 

 looking over the slides, we happened to glance at the top of 

 this cliff and, on a little green patch of grass underneath 

 some bushes, saw an old grizzly as white as a goat. For 

 a long time we watched him through the glasses, and that 

 evening he again appeared, and we watched him until dark. 

 He was a fine specimen and looked as though he might be 



