80 TRUE BEAR STORIES. 



had any other arms or implements than the 

 inseparable lasso. 



Ed, who was always the captain in such 

 cases, chose the center of the dense, deep 

 canyon for himself, and, putting my 

 brother on the hillside to his right and my 

 self on the hillside to his left, ordered a 

 simultaneous "Forward march." 



After a time we heard him shoot. Then 

 we heard him shout. Then there was a 

 long silence. 



Then suddenly, high and wild, his voice 

 rang out through the tree tops down in 

 the deep canyon. 



"Come down! Come quick! I've treed 

 a bear! Come and help me catch him; 

 come quick! Oh, Moses! come quick, and 

 and and catch him!" 



My brother came tearing down the 

 steep hill on his side of the canyon as I de 

 scended from my side. We got down about 

 the same time, but the trees in their dense 

 foliage, together with the compact under- 



