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snort, the old fellow again changed his direction and made 

 off puffing and blowing. Frank allowed after that that, 

 although he was not afraid of bears, he would just as soon 

 not have anything to do with any animal of that size that 

 could get up near enough to smell the back of his neck 

 without his hearing them come. So for the few remaining 

 nights of our stay I went it alone. 



However, the bears were by now becoming very 

 crafty, and it was so difficult to tell to what unused trail 

 they were resorting that I got but few shots. On one 

 occasion, however, I secured a picture which, though not 

 in perfect focus, illustrates very clearly one of the charac- 

 teristics of these animals. Two good-sized grizzlies were 

 coming down a winding trail on which I had posted my- 

 self, and the larger of the two, happening to notice my 

 apparatus before he reached it, turned out of the trail and 

 approached the camera with a curiosity that looked suffi- 

 ciently like ferociousness to disturb any one not familiar 

 with the creature's habits. Finally, just as he paused with 

 one foot raised and his nose extended, I sprang the flash, and 

 he almost broke his neck in his haste to get away. The next 

 day we moved camp to the shores of Yellowstone Lake. 



Here, in order to be nearer my field of operations, I 

 separated temporarily from the rest of the party and made 

 a small camp near the bear ranges, and for two nights 

 worked on my old grounds of two years before. Here, 

 too, the number of bears had greatly decreased, and the 

 only animals of any marked interest seemed to be a mother 

 and three cubs. On my return to camp the second evening 

 I found Kerfoot waiting for me, and the next day I took 

 him with me for a general survey of the ground. 



