222 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



all on account o' yer bloomin' old camera, that you made 

 me go after! " 



" Well, I know the picture-machine did enter in, in 

 a way, even though it wasn't there at the finish. It was 

 like this: 



THE CHARGE OF THE DUCHESS 



" In the last week of May, last year, we were hunt- 

 ing bear on the head of Wilson Creek, some miles 

 below here. We located a grizzly that we named the 

 Duke of Wellington; and being unable to get up to him, 

 in the regular way, Charlie was commissioned to go out 

 to the nearest settlement, buy an old horse, bring him 

 in, and kill him for bait. I started out to go part way 

 with Charlie, and hunt back alone. 



" About the middle of the afternoon we saw a silver- 

 tip, across Wilson Creek up on a snowslide, about four 

 hundred yards away. The whole mountain-side was cov- 

 ered with snow, and it was easy to make a silent stalk, 

 provided the ascent was not too steep. Under cover of 

 some green timber I crawled to within three hundred 

 yards of the bear, and let go a shot. It went too low; 

 but with a quick second shot I rolled her over, and she 

 came down the slide tumbling over and over, snow and 

 bear-paws fairly flying through the air, for about fifty 

 yards. There she stopped, and scrambled to her feet, 

 but seemed unable to go farther on foot. 



" ' Now,' thought I, ' here is a chance to get pictures 

 of a wounded grizzly.' So I yelled to Charlie to bring 

 up my camera, and started to climb up close to the bear. 



