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pay him a long-postponed visit. After an 
ample repast, including some delicious home- 
made butter, which I had not tasted for a 
month, Woody and I, with our little pack- 
train, regretfully filed off, and, fording the 
river, took up our wanderings, not expecting 
to see our cheery host again for a year. 
We had not proceeded far, though, when 
we met an excited ‘“cow-puncher,” who evi- 
dently had news to tell. He had been up 
on the side of the mountain, which was here 
a long grassy slope as smooth as any of 
our well-tended lawns, extending upward to 
where it joined the dense pine-forest which 
covered the upper portion of the mountain. 
Our friend was the horse-wrangler for a neigh- 
boring ranch, and was out looking for horses. 
Did any one ever see a horse-wrangler who 
was not looking for missing stock ? 
When skirting the timber he surprised, or 
was surprised by, a good-sized grizzly, which 
promptly chased him downward and home- 
ward, and evidently for a short distance was 
well up in the race. Gathering from his de- 
scription that the bear had been at work on 
the carcass of a steer that had died from eat- 
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