Big Game in the Rockies 
should judge one was a three-year-old and 
the other a two-year-old. Still they were 
good-sized grizzlies. 
Those skins seemed to grow in size and 
weight as each of us lugged one up the side 
of the mountain over shelving rock, snow, 
and loose gravel to where we left our horses. 
Of course they were not there, and we had to 
go on, carrying the skins, which were growing 
heavier and heavier every minute, until we 
tracked our horses to where they were feed- 
ing, and, in Western vernacular, ‘“‘“we had a 
circus” packing those skins on my horse. It 
was done at last, though, and to stay, by 
means of blindfolding him with a coat; and 
after a little while he settled down to work as 
though he had carried bears all his many years 
of service. I had a very nasty time in getting 
down the mountain after my horse slipped 
and fell down a gap in the crown rock. We 
could not get the other down, so [| took 
charge of my horse and skins and made the 
rest of the descent in safety, though it looked 
squally for a bit when the old rascal’s feet slid 
out from under him, knocking me down in 
the snow, and he on top, and I could feel that 
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