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to show the right direction, and as we as- 
cended the ridge the tracks were on, I saw 
the two rascals across the gulch on an enor- 
mous snow-drift, tearing and chewing at 
something, I could not make out what. 
It was still snowing hard, but it was only a 
squall and nearly over. The wind was wrong; 
it unfortunately blew toward the bears and the 
only direction in which we could stalk them. 
Still an attempt had to be made. We took 
the bridles from our horses and let down our 
hacamores, to let them feed comfortably and 
out of sight, while we crawled up the ridge to 
where it joined the one the bears were on. 
We had to creep up a beastly snow-drift, 
which was soft and no telling how deep. 
It was deep enough, for we went through 
sometimes to our armpits. But what mat- 
tered it when we were at concert-pitch, and 
bears for the tune? We were now on the same 
ridge as the bears. Cautiously, with the wind 
just a little aslant, we crawled down toward 
our prey, crossing another miserable snow- 
drift, into which we went up to our necks, 
where we brought up, our feet having touched 
bottom. We floundered: out behind a small 
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