98 HUNTING THE GRISLY. 



close to the fire, picking up the scraps of meat 

 and bread, pulled a haunch of venison down 

 from a tree, and passed and repassed in front 

 of the tepee, paying no heed whatever to the 

 two men, who crouched in the doorway talk- 

 ing to one another. Once it passed so close 

 that Woody could almost have touched it. 

 Finally his companion fired into it, and off 

 it ran, badly wounded, without an attempt at 

 retaliation. Next morning they followed its 

 tracks in the snow, and found it a quarter of 

 a mile away. It was near a pine and had 

 buried itself under the loose earth, pine 

 needles, and snow ; Woody's companion al- 

 most walked over it, and putting his rifle to 

 its ear blew out its brains. 



In all his experience Woody had personally 

 seen but four men who were badly mauled by 

 bears. Three of these were merely wounded. 

 One was bitten terribly in the back. Another 

 had an arm partially chewed off. The third 

 was a man named George Dow, and the acci- 

 dent happened to him on the Yellowstone, 

 about the year 1878. He was with a pack 

 animal at the time, leading it on a trail through 

 a wood. Seeing a big she-bear with cubs he 

 yelled at her ; whereat she ran away, but only 

 to cache her cubs, and in a minute, having 

 hidden them, came racing back at him. His 

 pack animal being slow he started to climb a 

 tree ; but before he could get far enough up 

 she caught him, almost biting a piece out of 

 the calf of his leg, pulled him down, bit and 



