176 The Grizzly Bear 



bear occasionally seen in the neighborhood. At any rate, 

 she reappeared in a few minutes, took a good look at the 

 bear that was now sampling the roots that she had been 

 digging up, and then, with a snort, took after him and 

 chased him clear out of sight. She then returned, grunted 

 to the cubs, and stalked off down the trail, looking as 

 though she was mad as a hornet. 



She had hardly disappeared from sight when the whole 

 woods was lighted up by a flash, and this was followed by 

 a roar that fairly made the trees shake. About ten sec- 

 onds later the roar was repeated, and when I thought of 

 my tenderfoot apprentice perched in his tree, I could not 

 help laughing over the initiation he was getting in the art 

 of photographing grizzlies. 



A little later on, when I went to join him, I found him 

 packing up the apparatus, but casting nervous glances 

 over his shoulders the while, and the next day, when we 

 developed the plate, I told him that I guessed he'd do. 

 We worked two more nights in these hills, but got no other 

 shots at any bears. 



We now spent some weeks camping on Shoshone Lake, 

 in the Snake River country near Jackson's Hole, and 

 along the Firehole River, and while in this neighborhood 

 spent three evenings in the hills near the lower geyser 

 basin. We had found few signs of grizzlies in this place, 

 although black bears seemed to be plentiful; but one trail, 

 that led straight up the wooded hillside to the plateau six 

 or eight hundred feet above the level of the basin, was 

 evidently used by them. 



We followed this trail for some miles, hoping to find 

 the daylight retreats of the grizzlies that used it; but 



