The Happy Hooligan in 



of broken coughs and gnashing teeth that is the trump 

 card in the Black Bear's game of bluff; and the pho- 

 tographer literally went straight up into the air. Of 

 course the whole effect was reproduced on the ground 

 glass within two inches of his eyes and he said after- 

 ward that he had thought his nose was scratched. But 

 the sight was too much for me. I threw away my 

 club, and throwing myself on the ground roared with 

 laughter, and as soon as he understood what had hap- 

 pened, Kerfoot put the camera down and joined me. 



And when we had laughed ourselves almost into 

 tears we found the old bear sitting on her haunches 

 and looking at us as serious as an owl. That ended 

 her bluffing and we got several pictures of her, one of 

 which, taken just before we left her, is reproduced 

 here. By that time the poor old soul had so worried 

 herself over the other cub that she was literally drenched 

 in sweat, and she finally sat down and began to swing 

 her head dejectedly from side to side, uttering a sort of 

 moan at each swing, for all the world like a mourner 

 at a wake, while the cub that was with her sat back 

 and looked on. It was at this moment that the picture 

 was taken, and when we had secured it we were so 

 sorry for her that we packed up and left her alone. 



This experience gave Mr. Kerfoot a pretty good 

 insight into the real meaning of Black Bear ferocity, 

 and later on we had many amusing experiences with 

 the beasts. To show, however, that some people have 



