A Bear- Hunt in the Sierras 



A few years ago, a friend and I were cruis- 

 ing for our amusement in California, with out- 

 fit of our own, consisting of three pack horses, 

 two saddle animals, tent and camp furnishings. 

 We had started from Los Angeles ; had ex- 

 plored various out-of-the-way passes and val- 

 leys in the San Bernardino and San Rafael 

 Mountains, taking care the while to keep our 

 camp supplied with game ; had killed deer and 

 exceptionally fine antelope in the hills adjoin- 

 ing the Mojave Desert ; had crossed the San 

 Joaquin Valley and visited the Yosemite, where 

 the good fortune of finding the Half Dome, 

 with the Anderson rope, carried away by ice, 

 gave us the opportunity for one delicious climb 

 in replacing it. 



Returning to Fresno, we had sold our ponies 

 and ended our five months' jaunt. My friend 

 had gone East, and I had accepted the invita- 

 tion of a member of the Union Club in San 

 Francisco, to whom I bore a letter of introduc- 

 es? 



