Flash-Lighting GrizzHes i8i 



last, in one of these light spots, I saw a dark shape that 

 could only be the big bear I wanted. If he passed the 

 next lighted space and kept on into the farther shadow he 

 would be in range of my camera. So, to be ready for him, 

 I reached for the string that I could no longer see, and I 

 suppose in doing so must have made some slight sound. 

 At any rate, the bear did not enter the second lighted 

 space, and a few moments later I saw him pass across a 

 moonlit park, three hundred feet or so to the left of my 

 camera. Slight as was my movement, he had either 

 heard or seen it, and veered off. 



And a mile down the trail Kerfoot, a little later, had 

 the same experience. He caught sight of the big fellow 

 just as he reached the camera, and in reaching for the 

 string touched a branch, and the big bear shied instantly 

 and circled out of range. The same night, and just before 

 the big bear came along, Kerfoot, by guessing at the posi- 

 tion of the animals that he could not see in the darkness, 

 sprang a flash on two bears, whose picture I have called 

 "Three- Year-Olds." 



It was not till the last night of all that I got another 

 chance at the big fellow. Early on this evening I had 

 flashed a pair of young bears, and the powder, which had 

 been acting badly throughout our stay, again exploded 

 instead of burning, and bent my flash-pan quite out of 

 shape. I had repaired the damage as best I could, and 

 had reset my apparatus when, about nine o'clock, my big 

 friend came along. He was just passing a small fir-tree 

 when I pulled the string, and it seemed to me, and I dare 

 say to him, as though the end of the world had come. 

 The flash exploded with a noise like a twelve-inch gun, 



