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" Fox nothing. It's more like burro-meat, I should 

 say. I didn't leave any of the jacks here when I 

 went away, did I?" 



Dyche could keep his story no longer and burst out 

 with : "It's bear-meat, man. A regular old grizzly 

 at that." 



"What? got a bear! Well, if this is a piece of 

 him it must have been the one old Noah had in the 

 ark. Well, I'm glad he didn't get you. Where's 

 the skin? How did you get him?" 



" The day you left camp I started out to look at 

 that big trail where my herd went along. I thought 

 there might be some satisfaction in looking at the 

 track if I couldn't see the bears. The trail was a 

 day old, but I followed along without exactly know- 

 ing why. After following it for miles I started back 

 to camp, and reached a grassy slope on the side of the 

 mountain and sat down to rest in the edge of it. 

 There was a willow patch in front, and to the east 

 of me and across from the willows was an almost 

 impenetrable forest of spruce trees . Flowing through 

 an opening in this forest was a little stream which 

 joined another rivulet flowing from the willows. As 

 I sat on a log looking across this stream at the spruce 

 forest I saw something moving among the trees, and 

 from the glimpse I got of it among the spruce 

 branches I thought it was a deer. I watched very 

 carefully, expecting to see a big mule buck step out 

 into the opening. 



" To my great astonishment a huge grizzly bear 

 stepped from the forest at the opening made by the 

 little stream. What a monster he was ! He must 



