A Photographic Expedition 14^5 



bears had been feeding, as was shown by the grass that had 

 been nipped and the holes that had been dug for roots. 



For some hours I waited in the bushes and fought gnats 

 and mosquitoes. I saw several black bears pass along the 

 hillside, but not a grizzly showed his nose until after the 

 sun had set and the little marsh in the park was covered 

 with a mantle of fog. Suddenly then, far up the trail, 

 appeared what at first looked like a shadow, so slowly 

 and silently did it move. But I knew at once, by the mo- 

 tion of the head and the long stride, that a grizzly was 

 coming to the bottom for a few roots and a feed of grass. 



I watched closely to see if he acted differently from 

 bears elsewhere that are supposed to know less of man. I 

 could not, however, detect the slightest difference in his 

 actions from those of bears that had never seen Yellowstone 

 Park. All his movements were furtive and cautious, as if 

 he expected to meet an enemy at every step. He would 

 advance a few feet, and then stop, turn his head from side 

 to side, scent the air, and peer in every direction. 



I was, of course, very anxious to see what he would do 

 when he came to the thread across the trail, and I had not 

 long to wait, for he came on steadily but slowly and, when 

 within ten feet of the thread, he stopped, poked out his 

 nose and sniffed two or three times, raised up on his hind 

 feet, took a few more sniffs, and then bolted up the trail in 

 the direction from which he had come. This bear did not 

 seem to have been very successfully tamed. 



A few minutes after he had gone three more appeared. 

 These were evidently of one litter and appeared to be be- 

 tween two and three years old. They came on with the 

 same cautious movements, and when they were close upon 



