MY GRIZZLY-BEAR DAY 171 



back its skin and skull, his surprise and delight were not 

 to be restrained. We danced around the camp-fire, and 

 " Ki-yi-yied," in a wild-Indian fashion that in grown 

 men is most undignified and reprehensible, anywhere 

 east of the Missouri River. 



The bear was not our only cause for singing a war- 

 song. Mr. Phillips had shot — but why spoil a good 

 story? 



