In the Sierra 



the middle of a small garden meadow 

 between the Dome and the camp where he 

 was standing alert among the flowers as if 

 willing to be seen to advantage. I had not 

 gone more than half a mile from camp this 

 morning, when Carlo, who was trotting on 

 a few yards ahead of me, came to a sudden, 

 cautious standstill. Down went tail and 

 ears, and forward went his knowing nose, 

 while he seemed to be saying " Ha, what 's 

 this? A bear, I guess." Then a cautious 

 advance of a few steps, setting his feet down 

 softly like a hunting cat, and questioning 

 the air as to the scent he had caught until 

 all doubt vanished. Then he came back to 

 me, looked me in the face, and with his 

 speaking eyes reported a bear near by; then 

 led on softly, careful, like an experienced 

 hunter, not to make the slightest noise, and 

 frequently looking back as if whispering 

 " Yes, it 's a bear, come and I '11 show 

 you." Presently we came to where the sun- 

 beams were streaming through between the 



