l6o ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



After fording the Yellowstone we crossed the lo 1 

 ridges along Pryor Creek, passing many herds of deer, ant< 

 lopes, elks, and small game of all kinds. About four o'cloc 

 in the afternoon we came to a clear, cool spring, where vv 

 dismounted, spread down our blankets, and prepared 

 lunch. While thus engaged we heard a noise, and, lookin 

 up, saw a large cinnamon bear coming down a little hill nea 

 by. Little Horn appeared to be greatly excited. He carrie 

 a Henry rifle, but he looked at it disdainfully, saying 

 "Heap no good neputsa, heap big gun, heap little." 



I asked Little Horn to hold the horses, which allaye 

 his fears, and I crept up the ravine until I was just bekn 

 the bear. He was pulling down and eating the ripe frui 

 and this he continued to do until he was within fifty feet c 

 me. When I thought he was as close as I wished him, 

 gave a shrill whistle, and, as he raised himself up to look, 

 drew a fine bead for the butt of his ear and pulled. He gav 

 a leap, rolled over, jumped upon his feet, and kept runnin 

 round and round like a puppy after its tail, but finall 

 paused, and I gave him one square in the head which put a 

 end to further demonstrations. Little Horn came, took 

 good look at him and talking rapidly the while, said : 



"White man heap good gun, heap big. Indian's gu 

 heap too little." 



The bear must have been engaged in a fight not ver 

 long since, for his skin was torn in half-a-dozen place; 

 rendering it unfit for a robe; so we left him without de 

 priving him of his ragged coat, finished our lunch and prc 

 ceeded on our journey. When near the creek we saw a larg 

 otter (lutra canadensis) dive down the bank and take t 

 the water. We leaped from our horses and gave chas( 

 When he rose to the surface the Indian and I both fired, bu 

 overshot him. Down he went again and soon we saw hir 



