150 The Grizzly Bear 



and followed my tracks down to where I had taken the 

 bark off the trees. Here he nosed about for some time, and 

 then finally turned to the right and disappeared in the tim- 

 ber. This negative proved to be a fairly good one, but it 

 was not quite what I had hoped to obtain, as the bear had 

 stopped short at the flash, while I would have preferred 

 him in motion. 



I now put in a new fuse and rearranged the camera, and 

 it was not long before an old she bear and two cubs came 

 down the trail; but she, after the usual preliminary exami- 

 nation, proved suspicious of the arrangement, and after 

 smelling carefully along the wire, turned to the right and 

 passed around the machine. I had brought with me on this 

 evening a hand camera of the reflex type, built expressly 

 for natural-history work, and I had set up my apparatus 

 near the edge of the open park, thinking that perhaps a 

 bear might come out in time for me to get a snap-shot of 

 him before dark. After the old bear and cubs had passed, 

 I crawled very cautiously to the edge of this opening and 

 waited for them there. It was really too dark for a picture, 

 but I thought that I might at least have the satisfaction of 

 making a try for one. I expected that, after circling the 

 camera, they would come out into the marsh, and this they 

 did; but instead of passing along it as I had looked to see 

 them do, they turned and came across it straight toward 

 me. I was standing with the camera before my face, watch- 

 ing in the mirror all that was going on, and, as I remained 

 perfectly quiet, the animals did not see me until they were 

 within fifty or sixty feet of me. Then they went up on 

 their hind legs, with a cub standing on either side of the 

 old bear, and as the camera clicked, the mother dropped 



