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and little-used trail. I had been on watch for some hours 

 and had not seen a sign of any bears when, hearing the 

 sharp panting sound that, unlike the black bear, the 

 grizzly always makes when excited and running, I turned 

 sharply round and saw a bear coming full tilt up the dis- 

 used trail and within a few feet of me. I instantly dodged 

 around my tree, broke a dead limb to make a noise, and 

 let out a "whoof!" to scare the bear. Then, as he passed, 

 I stepped out again and almost faced a second grizzly 

 that was following him. I dodged again, and as this one 

 passed me he raised one paw as if to strike, but he did not 

 pause, and was soon out of sight. 



What had startled them I do not know, but they were 

 evidently bent on getting away from something and did 

 not propose to have their retreat cut off. As for myself, I 

 felt that I had had enough grizzlies for one night, and 

 pulled out for camp as soon as I could get my things 

 packed up. 



The next night, while working in quite another part of 

 the hills, I got a splendid picture of these two bears, fine 

 fellows in the pink of condition, and this time they showed 

 no desire to resent my presence, even standing up at a dis- 

 tance of fifty yards or so and looking at me while I reset 

 my camera. 



But if the park bears, like all others I have ever known, 

 showed no disposition to molest us unless interfered with, 

 there were individuals among them that paid no respect 

 to our camp. Early in the summer we had been much put 

 to it to protect our cook tent from them, and on one occa- 

 sion one of the men had even driven the point of a pros- 

 pector's hammer, through the tent and into a bear's 



