48 RUSTLINGS IN THE ROCKIES. 



his bidding. But he showed good leather in staying in the 

 fight until it was over. He had as close a call for a funeral 

 as any man ever had that escaped it, and the shaking up that 

 he and even Huffman and I got would have scared any man 

 that ever wore pants. The woods are full of hunters that had 

 they been dealt the hand that Mike got, would have been 

 running yet. 



Nothing of importance was done the next forenoon. In 

 the afternoon Weise, Sawyer and Allen returned and skinned 

 the two bears, after which they hunted up the canyon some 

 distance. They saw another large grizzly, and Sawyer got a 

 shot at him at long range, through thick brush, and missed. 

 The bear then ran across toward Allen who got in two 

 running shots, but with no better success. As they were 

 returning Weise killed a grizzly cub, and saw an old one go 

 spinning off through the thicket near by, but didn't get a 

 shot at her. 



Wednesday the 2oth we moved camp up to the mouth of 

 the canyon, and spent the day in making a new camp. 

 Thursday hunted up canyon to the top of the range, from 

 which we had a fine view of the main range of the Rockies, 

 away off to the southwest. We could also see steam issuing 

 from the geysers in the National Park. Saw no game except 

 blue grouse, and no signs of anything larger. Thursday' was 

 uneventful, but on Friday afternoon Sawyer and Weise went 

 back to the elk carcasses, and each got another shot at a large 

 grizzly, but again made "unaccountable" misses. About 

 this time Allen was visited by a large carbuncle, which landed 

 on his cheek, and almost confined him to camp for the next 

 two or three days. Otherwise things were quiet; no ene 

 made any good scores during that time. Sawyer set his gun 

 near the elk carcass, Sunday evening, with a piece of fresh 

 meat at the muzzle, and a string leading from it to the trigger. 



