Big Game in the Rockies 
for such I afterward judged him to be, who, 
with great affection, had gone down with her 
until she stuck her head in the snow. Not 
understanding this, he smelled around his fallen 
relative, when a hollow three-hundred-and- 
thirty-grain chunk of lead nearly severed one 
hip and smashed the other. He did not stop to 
reason, but promptly jumped on his relative, 
and then and there occurred a lively bit of a 
scrimmage. Over and over they rolled, slap- 
ping, biting, and making the best fight of it 
they could, considering the plight they were in. 
Each probably accused the other of the mishap. 
The snow was dyed a crimson hue. It was 
like the scene of a bloody battle-ground. At 
last the lady first aggrieved gave up, and 
plunged her head back into the snow, while 
her brother, not having any one to fight with, 
went off a short distance and lay down. We 
cautiously approached, bearing in mind that 
a snow-drift is a hard thing for pedestrians 
in a hurry to travel on, and when we got 
about ten feet from the first bear, I told my 
companion to snowball her and see what 
effect that would have, for she looked too 
innocent to be finished for and dead. 
8* TG 
