The Bear and the Bison. 



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the cabin had no window, its interior was rather dark. For this 

 reason I was sitting on the door sill, from which I could overlook the 

 open stretch. I was just finishing a frying pan full of trout, prior 

 to saddling old Benjamin, who was picketed in front of the cabin, 

 when I happened to glance at the further end of the level ground. 



"NEVER SWEAT," BONANZA^CLARK'S CABIN IN THE BIG WINDKIVER 

 MOUNTAINS, WYOMING. 



(Photiigraphed by E. ff. Burton, Eiq.) 



There, indistinctly visible in the early morning light, I saw something 

 black come "loping" towards the cabin. "Is that an Indian on 

 horseback, or one of your cayuses ? " I asked Clark, who was busy 

 behind me. Stepping up to the door and reaching down his glass, 

 a brief glance sufficed to convince Clark that it was a big grizzly. 



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