American Big-Game Hunting 
heavy snowfall, and have trouble in getting 
out. My intention was to have gone south 
to Buffalo Fork, looking for bear, but this I 
was obliged to postpone to some future date; 
so we bade good-by to the charming little 
park where we were camped, and journeyed 
north, lowering our altitude many hun- 
dred feet as we dropped down on the head 
waters of the next creek. Its valley and 
the surrounding mountains were as well sup- 
plied with elk as the country from which we 
had just come. I saw bear signs quite fre- 
quently, and many of them fresh, but did not 
spend much time looking for the animal, as 
I found the usual and most successful way 
was to bait with an elk carcass and watch 
through the day, hoping that a bear would 
scent the bait and come to feed on the flesh. 
This is slow business, and I preferred more 
activity. One night I distinctly heard the cry 
of a mountain-lion, or panther, several times. 
Going up Snake River, I passed within the 
boundaries of the park, and camped one night 
close by a little pond just under Mount Sheri- 
dan, some two miles south of Heart Lake. As 
I was eating my supper, half an hour before 
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