MY FIKST GEIZZLY. 43 



quite still, head down hill, on his left side, 

 ^ave just one short, quick breath, and then, 

 pulling up his great right paw, he pushed 

 his nose and eyes under it, as if to shut out 

 the light forever, or, maybe, to muffle up 

 his face as when "great Caesar fell." 



And that was all. I had killed a grizzly 

 bear; nearly as big as the biggest ox. 



