1 66 The Grizzly Bear 



I had remarked upon the number of females with cubsc 

 This time I only saw one, and she had but two little ones. 

 There was also a great falling off in yearlings and in two- 

 year-old bears, and, all told, there did not seem to be 

 more than eighteen grizzlies working in the neighborhood. 

 Among these was one litter of three two-year-olds who were 

 still running together, but most of the others were old 

 bears. One of these was a very large old male, nearly as 

 broad as he was long, and that would, I should say, have 

 weighed close to a thousand pounds. The trails that had 

 been continually used two years before now showed few 

 signs of travel, but the main trail leading to and from 

 Mt. Washburn showed that this retreat was still the home 

 of what grizzlies remained. 



This first night I set both my cameras on the same 

 trail, and while I had arranged to spring the flash myself, 

 I had nevertheless stretched wires across the trail in the 

 hopes that the bears, stopping to examine them, might 

 give me an opportunity to catch one standing on its hind 

 feet. I also made a different disposition of the flash-pan, 

 and instead of placing it on top of a pole five or six feet 

 high, I set it within a foot of the ground, hemmed in on 

 all sides, except that next to the trail, with pieces of log 

 and branches from trees. I then took up my own position 

 some fifty yards to one side in a conveniently located 

 tangle of down timber. Nothing of consequence, however, 

 happened this first night, as, though several bears appeared 

 in my neighborhood, they seemed to sense that something 

 was wrong, and shied off before they reached me. 



The next evening I replaced one camera on this trail, 

 and set the other on a well-beaten path some distance to 



