TEEEING A BEAR. 79 



help him, the horse was dead and the bear 

 was gone, having cut the rope with his 

 teeth. 



After having lost his horse in this way, 

 poor little Ed Parish had to do his hunting 

 on foot, and, as my people were immigrants 

 and very poor, why we, that is my brother 

 and I, were on foot also. This kept us three 

 boys together a great deal, and many a pe 

 culiar adventure we had in those dear days 

 "when all the world was young." 



Ed Parish was nearly always the hero 

 of our achievements, for he was a bold, 

 enterprising fellow, who feared nothing at 

 all. In fact, he finally lost his life from 

 his very great love of adventure. But this 

 is too sad to tell now, and we must be con 

 tent with the story about how he treed a 

 hear for the present. 



We three boys had gone bear hunting 

 up a wooded canyon near his father's ranch 

 late one warm summer afternoon. Ed had 

 a gun, but, as I said before, my people were 

 very poor, so neither brother nor I as yet 



