Hunting at High Altitudes 



He kicked the little bear off and was obliged to 

 club him into something like submission, but the 

 animal manifested so much life and innate sav- 

 agery, that we determined to save him and try to 

 bring him in alive. With some trouble, the chain 

 was loosened from the stub to which it had become 

 fastened, and with much pulling and some pound- 

 ing he was brought to camp and tied to a sapling, 

 where there was a good bed. All through the 

 night, at short intervals, the cub kept up his mourn- 

 ful, heartbreaking wails, which sounded some- 

 thing like the cry of a child, but were a little 

 hoarser. I began to feel sorry for the cub, even 

 though its mother had tried her best to gobble us 

 up. I even asked myself why Corey had beaten 

 that cub so hard. Next morning we went to the 

 cub to offer him some fat elk meat. Our kindly 

 intentions were not appreciated, and there gleamed 

 a savage light from his eyes. He rushed at Corey, 

 seized his leg, scratching and gnawing at the 

 leather shaps as viciously as last night. I felt that 

 he needed no sympathy. He ate his breakfast 

 greedily, which confirmed that view. 



When the robe a very fine one was brought 

 in, Corey thoughtlessly threw it to the cub, which 

 recognized it and gave a distressing exhibition of 

 affection. 



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