Nights with the Grizzlies 
a little opening, there, within ten steps of 
me, was a dark mass, breathing heavily and 
lying partially behind a small clump of 
willows. Putting a telling shot through the 
center of the mass, he appeared to wake up, 
and gave an exhibition of some of the 
grandest ground and lofty tumbling, at one 
time appearing to stand up on his head and 
kicking with his hind feet ten feet straight 
into the air. As he did not get upon his feet 
again, another shot was unnecessary, and he 
soon settled down and was dead. 
This bear was as large from tip to tip as he 
ofitie Big Bear Fork, but: not ‘as fat nor as 
large-bodied; in fact, not as heavy as the one 
just killed. Neither of these bears, I think, 
needed a second shot, and, undisturbed, would 
not have gotten on their feet again. A 
dense thicket was near, and they might have 
scrambled into its cover and have been lost, 
so another shot was given. At any rate, 
darkness was at hand by the time the car- 
casses were dressed, and a dense fog was 
settling over the mountain that had to 
be crossed. The exhilaration of spirits from 
the killing of two such large bears on the 
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