Memories of a Bear Hunter 



in after ages, by the action of water or air, so 

 eroded that they have assumed grand and some- 

 times fantastical forms. I saw several cathedrals 

 with tall needle-shaped spires. There was a solid 

 block of city buildings, a bank and safe vault. 

 Looking up on the cliff opposite, there was out- 

 lined against the sky an old woman, a grand- 

 mother, comfortably seated in a colossal arm- 

 chair. Before her stood a boy, her grandson, his 

 hands in his pockets fumbling probably with his 

 marbles the grandmother gently chiding him for 

 some prank, and he humbly taking the reproof. 

 Such fantasies were developed in my imagination 

 at the time, and I still recall them. Among the 

 thickets was a tall needle-shaped spire a hundred 

 feet high, ten feet across at its base, with a great 

 round ball, a boulder, balanced on this pinnacle. 

 We remained about a week at this camp, and I 

 killed a bear. Here occurred an incident illus- 

 trating a phase of the human mind that most 

 observant people have noticed. This is, that when 

 from any cause one person is intently thinking of 

 someone in front of him and at the same time 

 gazing at him, the object of his thoughts will 

 involuntarily turn his head and look straight at 

 the gazer. The same psychological fact obtains 

 between man and some of the lower animals. 



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