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same evening—one of them the bear that I 
was after—caused me to forget fatigue and 
fog, and with a light heart Pike was mounted 
and the mountain ascended. A thick fog 
soon enveloped us, so that nothing could be 
seen beyond a hundred feet. Pike and I 
soon disagreed as to the direction, but I in- 
sisted on my way. After going a half-mile 
and getting into some rough ground, it was 
evident that I was wrong and completely 
befogged. The rein was then given to Pike, 
and he turned squarely to the left, and, 
having gone 600 yards over some pretty 
rough ground, he came to the head of the 
game-trail leading down the mountain, and 
which we had several times traveled. Pike 
had his way the balance of the ride, and after 
passing across the drainage for two miles we 
got below the fog, and by ten o’clock we 
were once more at home. 
As an indication of the labor usually un- 
dergone in hunting this bear, it is stated that 
seventy-five miles were traveled (one half of 
which was in the night) before the first shot, 
and one hundred and five miles before killing 
the three. I have since traveled more than 
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