128 The Grizzly Bear 



incapacitated me from much climbing, we gave it up. The 

 next day we tried the Gateway by ourselves. When about 

 halfway up the slide, we saw a big grizzly some hundreds 

 of yards away, moving along as though time were no ob- 

 ject to him. Coleman tried to get within range, but when 

 he had gone fifty yards or so the bear turned and, still with 

 every appearance of leisure, disappeared behind some 

 bushes. After some waiting, as he did not reappear, we 

 went to investigate, and found that, as soon as he had got 

 behind the bushes, he had started on a dead run. I then 

 went back to camp for the dogs, and when we put them 

 on the trail, they promptly followed it round the point to 

 the torrent and again lost it. 



The first of June, the date when we had ordered our 

 pack-horses to be sent in for us, was now approaching. 

 The last week of May, Dr. C. S. Penfield, of Spokane, 

 joined us, and we continued to hunt every day, but with 

 no better success. At last we had but one day left before 

 we were to go out, and we decided to take the dogs and 

 look up our old friend Big Foot. We had no trouble in 

 jumping him, but, as usual, he easily threw the dogs off the 

 trail, and so, as a last resort, we thought we would give the 

 old fellow in the Gateway a final try. 



We laid very elaborate plans. The doctor and Coleman 

 were to stand at the main creek, one above the slide and 

 one below it. I was to take the dogs across, let them loose, 

 and then hasten to the torrent around the point of the 

 mountain, and lie in wait to see what it was the bear did 

 to throw the dogs off his track. Almost as soon as I started 

 up the slide, the dogs struck a scent and headed up-stream. 

 This was something we had not counted on, as they had 



