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early; but, acting on previous experience, 
took a different position on his trail a hun- 
dred yards from the medicine. The direction 
of the wind forced me to take position with 
my back to the brush from which the bear 
would probably appear. This did not suit 
me. On first arriving on the ground, a dark 
object came rapidly down the mountain-side, 
about one mile up the valley, through an 
opening. This evidently was a bear, though 
not apparently as large as my friend of the 
evening before; and I felt sure he would 
make his appearance did he not take the 
alarm. Lying down, protected by some sage- 
brush, I waited patiently until the gray dusk 
of approaching twilight, but no bear ap- 
peared on the scene. 
Can you recall your feelings-when, as a. 
boy, you passed through a graveyard at the 
hour of dusk, thinking, with the poet, 
’T is now the very witching time of night, 
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out 
Contagion to this world? 
With what superstitious dread you looked 
cautiously around, expecting a hobgoblin at 
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