72. Hunting the Grisly 



smashed the whole thing up, leaving nothing 

 but a few flattened buckets and pans and 

 boards. I was sleeping in the old cabin, I 

 heard the tin ware rattle but thought it was 

 all right supposed it was cows or horses about. 

 I don t care about the milk but the damn cuss 

 dug up the remains of the cub I had buried 

 in the old ditch, he visited the old meat house 

 but found nothing. Bear are very thick in 

 this part of the Park, and are getting very 

 fresh. I sent in the game to Capt. Anderson, 

 hear its doing well.&quot; 



Grislies are fond of fish; and on the Pacific 

 slope, where the salmon run, they, like so 

 many other beasts, travel many scores of miles 

 and crowd down to the rivers to gorge them 

 selves upon the fish which are thrown up on 

 the banks. Wading into the water a bear 

 will knock out the salmon right and left when 

 they are running thick. 



Flesh and fish do not constitute the grisly s 

 ordinary diet. At most times the big bear is 

 a grubber in the ground, an eater of insects, 

 roots, nuts, and berries. Its dangerous fore- 

 claws are normally used to overturn stones 

 and knock rotten logs to pieces, that it may 

 lap up the small tribes of darkness which 

 swarm under the one and in the other. It digs 



