136 The Grizzly Bear 



photographing small birds and animals, and were only 

 doing enough hunting to supply the larder. 



Once, when we had been without meat for a couple of 

 days, Carlin, who was not feeling well, urged me to go 

 out alone and bring in some game. I wished him to go 

 with me, however, and, as an inducement, suggested that 

 we take the horses and go some twelve miles to the west 

 over to a large marsh and hunt for small moose. After 

 some coaxing he consented, and we got the horses and rode 

 over to the marsh. This was always a fine place for moose 

 and grizzlies, and I have seldom been there without seeing 

 one or the other, and more often both, but we were not 

 thinking of anything but moose at the time. 



The marsh was two or three miles long and from a few 

 hundred yards to a mile in width, with several little ponds 

 scattered about it and a small stream running zig-zag 

 through it. It was mostly covered with small birch brush 

 from two to six feet high. And there were little open parks 

 here and there, in which grew a plant much relished by the 

 grizzly. Arrived at the marsh we saw a good many fresh 

 tracks of moose, and also noticed where an old grizzly with 

 two cubs had been working among the plants; and as the 

 bear signs were of different ages, we concluded that this 

 family had been spending the summer there. We worked 

 slowly up the stream, but saw neither moose nor bear, and 

 the farther up we went the less sign we saw of bear and the 

 more of moose. 



After a time Carlin said he felt ill and would have to 

 sit down and let me go on alone, but I persuaded him to go 

 with me to a little bend in the creek, promising that if we 

 saw nothing then he could wait and I would try and get 



