Nights with the Grizzlies 
tom of the gulch. Walking slowly away, he 
commenced ascending diagonally the op- 
posite and steep side of the gorge. The old 
rascal during the heat of the day had dug 
a resting-place in the cool bed of the branch, 
was taking his siesta, and evidently resented 
being disturbed. From the sullen way in 
which he made off, occasionally looking back, 
I felt he was going to be ugly. Quicker 
than it takes to write it, I had two car- 
tridges in my right hand, which, with the 
one in the rifle, were thought sufficient, for at 
that time the size of the beast was not re- 
alized. The cartridge in the rifle was a 110- 
270-grain express, and those in the hand r1o- 
270-grain and 110-340-grain respectively, all 
express-balls. 
While making these preparations, the bear, 
going diagonally up the side of the gulch, 
had disappeared behind a huge conglomerate 
boulder that overhung the stream. Seeing 
he must soon emerge, I dropped on my right 
knee and stood ready to fire at the first favor- 
able opportunity. In a moment he emerged 
from behind the boulder, walked up a short 
distance, stopped and looked back, exposing 
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