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bread, pulled a haunch of venison down from 

 a tree, and passed and repassed in front of 

 the tepee, paying no heed whatever to the two 

 men, who crouched in the doorway talking 

 to one another. Once it passed so close that 

 Woody could almost touch it. Finally his 

 companion fired into it, and off it ran, badly 

 wounded, without an attempt at retaliation. 

 Next morning they followed its tracks in the 

 snow, and found it a quarter of a mile away. 

 It was near a pine and had buried itself under 

 the loose earth, pine needles, and snow; 

 Woody s companion almost walked over it, 

 and putting his rifle to its ear blew out its 

 brains. 



In all his experience Woody had personally 

 seen but four men who were badly mauled by 

 bears. Three of these were merely wounded. 

 One was bitten terribly in the back. Another 

 had an arm partially chewed off. The third 

 was a man named George Dow, and the acci 

 dent happened to him on the Yellowstone, 

 about the year 1878. He was with a pack 

 animal at the time, leading it on a trail through 

 a wood. Seeing a big she-bear with cubs he 

 yelled at her; whereat she ran away, but only 

 to cache her cubs, and in a minute, having 

 hidden them, came racing back at him. His 



