American Big Game in its Haunts 



risked a shot at his hindquarters showing up brown 

 against the hillside, and seemingly as large as a 

 horse. 



We chanced a nearer approach, though the wind 

 was treacherous, and coming up to a spot where 

 we could have viewed him found the monster had 

 decamped. All attempts to locate him again were 

 fruitless. 



The bear paths around this bay were a very in- 

 teresting study. They are hammered deep into the 

 earth, and afford as good means of traveling as 

 the New Brunswick moose paths. 



Sometimes instead of a single road we have a 

 double one, the bear using one path for the legs 

 of each side of his body. Again, on soft mossy 

 side hills, instead of paths we find single footprints 

 which have been used over and over, and made 

 into huge saucers, it being the custom of the bear 

 to take long strides on the side hills, and to step 

 into the impressions made by other animals which 

 had traveled ahead of it. 



The red salmon were beginning to run, and some 

 fishermen in another part of the bay supplied us, 

 from time to time, from their nets. Especially good 

 were the salmon heads roasted. 



Bear sign failed, and Afognak Island, where 

 Vacille shot and trapped, had been so much talked 



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