Hunting at High Altitudes 



Corey stood not on the order of his going, but 

 went at once. As soon as the old bear got between 

 her cub and danger she stopped, but Corey did 

 not stop. 



The next day Corey scouted around the patch 

 of timber where he believed the bear remained in 

 the daytime, and thought he heard the jingling 

 of the chain as the cub moved about. He did 

 not think it prudent to investigate. The second 

 evening after that, about 9 o'clock, with a bright 

 moon, a squall very similar to that of the cub 

 came from the direction of the elk carcass, and we 

 determined to investigate. Binding a wad of white 

 tissue paper on the end of the rifle barrel, Corey 

 and I started to see what was the matter, he, as 

 before, carrying my rifle and I walking on a crutch. 

 After we reached Willow Creek, we went up that 

 stream about a hundred yards, and then climbed 

 the bench toward the bait in a direction opposite 

 to that taken on the previous occasion. When 

 high enough up to obtain a view, there was the old 

 bear quietly feeding and the cub squalling by her 

 side. Getting my cartridges ready, I moved in 

 a stooping position, until I had reached a place 

 where I had an unobstructed shot, and dropping 

 to my knee, was ready to fire. The cub saw us 

 first, telling the old bear. She turned with her 



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