Bear Hunting on the Alaska Peninsula 



one was a dirty yellowish white, with very dark 

 belly and legs, which gave him a most comical 

 appearance. 



The wind still continued unfavorable, and my 

 friend and I passed an extremely interesting even- 

 ing with the glasses, for this watching game, espe- 

 cially bear, gives me almost as much pleasure as 

 making the actual stalk. 



About ten o'clock the wind changed, and Blake 

 went after the bear, but unfortunately missed at 

 about one hundred yards. 



The following day opened dull, and we spent 

 the morning keeping a sharp watch on the marsh. 

 About ten o'clock a large bear was seen to come 

 out from the trees. The wind was wrong, and as 

 the bear was in an unapproachable position I had 

 to sit with folded arms and watch him. I used 

 the glasses with much interest until shortly after 

 four o'clock, when he slowly fed into the brush. 



We had just finished supper when we saw an- 

 other bear in a better position, and I proceeded 

 to make the stalk, going part of the way in the 

 baidarka, for the great meadow was intersected by 

 a stream from which small lagoons made off in all 

 directions. The wind was very baffling, and 

 although we successfully reached a clump of brush 

 in the middle of the marsh, the bear for some time 



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