A PANORAMIC GRIZZLY-BEAR HUNT 275 



three more balls, and Mack, seeing that the bear was 

 running well, joined in the melee] but all this seemed 

 only to accelerate the animal's speed. 



The bear won its race for life to the edge of the green 

 timber, and plunged into its shadowy depths. " Come 

 on, Jack! " yelled Norboe, " let's git out of this timber, 

 and catch him when he runs across the open slide." And 

 he plunged down the bank. 



At the edge of the open ground, Mr. Phillips sat 

 down and waited for a shot. Very soon the bear broke 

 cover, on the farther side of the timber islet, nearly four 

 hundred yards away. With a careful long shot, holding 

 high and ahead, he caught the animal high up in the 

 flank. The bullet ranged forward and lodged in the 

 opposite shoulder; and the bear rolled heels over head 

 in the brush. 



This made five shots that Mr. Phillips had fired, 

 which emptied his gun. As he began to reload. Mack 

 broke past him on a keen run. He has been in at the 

 death of many a bear, and his motto is, *' When you git 

 a b'ar down, git in quick, and keep him down\ " 



" Hold on. Mack! Wait! " yelled Phillips ; and with- 

 out waiting to finish his reloading he sprang to his feet 

 and raced after his excited comrade. Half way across 

 the slide, Mr. Phillips ran into a clump of snow-bent 

 willows, and fell headlong. When he regained his feet 

 and looked ahead, he saw that Mack was in a like pre- 

 dicament. Many a fine JDcar has been lost through an 

 excess of snow-bent willow brush on the slides where 

 they feed. 



