ioo Hunting the Grisly 



very cautious, continually halting to peer 

 around; and once it stood up on its hind legs 

 and looked long down the valley toward the 

 red west., As it reached the carcass I put a 

 bullet between its shoulders. It rolled over, 

 while the woods resounded with its savage 

 roaring. Immediately it struggled to its feet 

 and staggered off; and fell again to the next 

 shot, squalling and yelling. Twice this was 

 repeated; the brute being one of those bears 

 which greet every wound with a great out 

 cry, and sometimes seem to lose their feet 

 when hit although they will occasionally 

 fight as savagely as their more silent brethren. 

 In this case, the wounds w r ere mortal, and the 

 bear died before reaching the edge of the 

 thicket. 



I spent much of the fall of 1889 hunting on 

 the headwaters of the Salmon and Snake in 

 Idaho, and along the Montana boundary line 

 from the Big Hole Basin and the head of the 

 Wisdom River to the neighborhood of Red 

 Rock Pass and to the north and west of 

 Henry s Lake. During the last fortnight my 

 companion was the old mountain man, already 

 mentioned, name Griffeth or Griffin I can 

 not tell which, as he was always called either 

 &quot;Hank&quot; or. &quot;Griff.&quot; He was a crabbedly 



