Hunting at High Altitudes 



I walked rapidly down the bank under cover of 

 the willow brush, waded the knee-deep river at a 

 rapid, fifty yards across, and hurried to the bluff, 

 but the bear was ahead of me. He was evidently 

 in a bad humor, and eager to punish the dog, 

 which kept not closer than twenty yards from him. 

 Soon the bear turned up the valley of the stream, 

 and I followed as fast as the rocks would permit. 

 It soon became too dark to see distinctly, and the 

 barking of the dog indicated that the bear was 

 traveling faster than the hunter, so I reluctantly 

 whistled off the dog, recrossed the river, regained 

 my shoes, and with some difficulty found Kate, 

 who-- nickered cheerfully at my approach, mounted 

 and reached camp after 9 o'clock, a discouraged, 

 disappointed individual. A warm supper, dry 

 clothing, warm blankets and a sound sleep greatly 

 refreshed me, so that the next morning I felt per- 

 fectly well. 



The discovery by the bear that I was approach- 

 ing convinced me of the truth of the theory of a 

 psychological magnetism that I have spoken of 

 before. This bear could not possibly have seen me 

 nor taken alarm at any noise that I made, for 1 

 was in moccasins and the ground was level and 

 clear of brush. Also I had the wind of him. 

 Going back over the ground next day, I found a 



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