114 . The Grizzly Bear 



some cooking, when Coleman rushed in and said that 

 White Jim from the high cliff was after the bait that we 

 had just placed. We had been careful to place it so that 

 it could be seen from camp, and when I hurried out, there, 

 sure enough, was our old white bear, who had evidently 

 concluded to try another slide for a change, eating grass, 

 digging roots, and nipping off buds, not over fifty yards 

 from the bait. He worked up almost to the bait, but never 

 so much as sniffed at it, and soon most provokingly turned 

 into the brush and disappeared. Later the bears actually 

 fed all around this bait, but not one ever touched it. 



We kept a sharp lookout on the old deadfall and on 

 the horse, but for four days nothing touched either bait, 

 although we saw several bears on the slide and their tracks 

 indicated that they had passed close by it. One morning 

 I went up to the old horse's carcass and saw that a bear had 

 made his breakfast from a portion of the shoulder, and so 

 we arranged to keep watch that evening. We did not ex- 

 pect that the bear would return that soon, but we were 

 taking no chances. 



During the entire time we had been at this camp we 

 had never seen a bear out later than ten o'clock in the morn- 

 ing, and none had ever come out before two in the after- 

 noon, so we figured that it would be useless to watch 

 between those hours. That evening we watched until 

 dark, but no bears came. The following morning we 

 reached our blind a little after daylight, and finding that 

 nothing had been disturbed, we waited there until ten 

 o'clock and then went to camp. We did some cooking, cut 

 some wood, and returning to the blind at two o'clock found 

 to our amazement and chagrin that the horse had vanished 



