BEAR-HUNTING 



"The captain of schooner, those Marshal, want to 

 come here." 



"Stung again !" said I. "The Grizzly Bear Com- 

 pany, Limited, has been classified as a tourist only !" 



A school of whales was spouting not three hun- 

 dred fathoms distant from our camp. A score of 

 eagles sailed about, waiting for the salmon to run in 

 our little creek near by. The mountains, rude and 

 snow-clad, stood all about. It was a savage, seemly, 

 fascinating corner of the world. Our schooner was 

 gone and we could not get away for two weeks at 

 least. So the entire office force went into executive 

 session in the barrabara to discuss ways and means 

 of making the best of it. 



The next morning the boss and the first depart- 

 ment head took the dory and sailed ten miles to the 

 head of another bay where the traces of humanity 

 were not quite so obvious. We left Czaroff and 

 took Kuroki. "My peoples," said Kuroki, "all time 

 stay in boat. Go along beach in boat, watch moun- 

 tains, s'pose see bear, then plenty time get out and 

 go shoot urn." 



We explained to Kuroki that under the new work- 

 ing office rules, that sort of hunting was merely a 

 reminiscence. I could readily see that as there was 

 nothing in the way of food to bring the bears down 

 out of the hills, they no doubt were still up in the 



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