130 Hunting the Grisly 



a little grisly cub watching him from the 

 chaparral above, and he dismounted to try to 

 capture it; his rifle was a 40-90 Sharps. Just 

 as he neared the cub, he heard a growl and 

 caught a glimpse of the old she, and he at 

 once turned uphill, and stood under some tall, 

 quaking aspens. From this spot he fired at 

 and wounded the she, then seventy yards off; 

 and she charged furiously. He hit her again, 

 but as she kept coming like a thunderbolt he 

 climbed hastily up the aspen, dragging his 

 gun with him, as it had a strap. When the 

 bear reached the foot of the aspen she reared, 

 and bit and clawed the slender trunk, shak- 

 ing it for a moment, and he shot her through 

 the eye. Off she sprang for a few yards, and 

 then spun round a dozen times, as if dazed 

 or partially stunned; for the bullet had not 

 touched the brain. Then the vindictive and 

 resolute beast came back to the tree and again 

 reared up against it; this time to receive a bul- 

 let that dropped her lifeless, Mr, Whitney 

 then climbed down and walked to where the 

 cub had been sitting as a looker-on,. The lit- 

 tle animal did not move until he reached out 

 his hand; when it suddenly struck at him 

 like an angry cat, dived into the bushes, and 

 was seen no more. 



