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This partly righted the mare. I spoke to her, she 

 gave a few struggles, and regained her feet. I 

 followed her lead, scrambled out of the mud, and 

 soon had the mare on solid ground. 



This suggests one of the dangers of solitary 

 travel in the mountains. Had this accident broken 

 an arm, or had I been in any way disabled, I might 

 have lain there all night. The boys would not 

 have suspected anything wrong before dark, and 

 in the darkness might not have been able to find 

 me. The nights were then cold, ten or twelve de- 

 grees above zero. I considered myself fortunate 

 to have escaped as I did, and continued my ride, 

 reaching camp at dark. 



In the morning the inside of my thigh was some- 

 what bruised, but several days' rest in camp re- 

 stored it to its normal condition. I was still care- 

 ful of my injured leg, walking about camp with 

 one crutch and a cane. 



We had not forgotten the old bear. A short 

 time after the last incident Corey, when he visited 

 his traps one morning, found one of them missing. 

 Further signs of a cub bear were to be seen, and 

 the chain fastening the trap had been broken. He 

 naturally suspected the old bear. Two or three 

 nights afterward the jingling of a chain was heard 

 in the direction of the bait across Willow Creek, 



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