Nights with the Grizzlies 
know I have not yet gotten the right one, 
the ‘‘calf-killer.7 
Rush skins and attends to the hide the 
next morning, and before sundown I am 
again on hand. The old horse is fast disap- 
pearing, and it is desirable to lose no time. 
Position is taken this time a little nearer the 
trail. In coming out from the willow-brush 
it passes for twenty or thirty yards through a 
marsh that is screened, to some extent, by 
scattering willows on the near side; and my 
position enables me to see, through these 
willows, a portion of the trail over which the 
bear will probably come. Late in the after- 
noon a storm had passed around the moun- 
tain, and a strong and favorable wind was 
blowing. Lying prone among the sage- 
brush, in a position favorable for observation, 
with everything at a ready, I wait patiently. 
Sundown comes; the mountain to the west 
casts its shadows around. It becomes quite 
dusky: so much so that I experiment as to 
whether the fore sight can be seen, otherwise 
a wad of white paper must be tied over the 
front sight. This is as yet unnecessary. It is 
now the witching time when this bear likes 
r= 22 
