Memories of a Bear Hunter 



pool of blood, where the animal had lain down on 

 the edge of the river. 



On October 21 we moved camp about seven 

 miles downstream to a spot near the river bank 

 well protected by timber. On the opposite side 

 the red conglomerate cliffs rose about a hundred 

 feet vertically from the water's edge. Trout were 

 abundant and easily caught. At this camp I killed 

 three large grizzly bears, each with a dark, 

 heavily furred robe. None of the three caused me 

 any great trouble, for in each case the first shot 

 was fatal. 



One bright morning the mountains on the north 

 side of the stream were climbed to a height of 

 about three thousand feet in search of mountain 

 sheep. Since leaving the band of elk we had not 

 seen many deer, and four healthy souls including 

 the dog consumed a good deal of meat. From 

 one point a fine view was had of the mountains 

 across the Stinking River gorge, now white with 

 snow. With the field glasses I could detect a 

 plainly defined arch, which spanned one of the 

 chasms or gorges. The arch was elliptical in shape 

 and apparently of one hundred feet span, of gray 

 stone, and was plainly outlined against the white 

 snow lying on the side of the gorge below. I 

 examined it long and carefully through a pair of 



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