him. Face to earth the hunter lay like 

 dead, but, ere he struck, Jack caught 

 a scent that made him pause. He 

 smelt his victim, and the smell was 

 the rolling back of curtains or the con- 

 juring up of a past. The days in the 

 hunter's shanty were forgotten, but 

 the feelings of those days were ready 

 to take command at the bidding of 

 the nose. His nose drank deep of 

 a draft that quelled all rage. The 

 Grizzly's humor changed. He turned 

 and left the hunter quite unharmed. 



Oh, blind one with the gun! All 

 he could find in explanation was: 

 "You kin never tell what a Grizzly 

 will do, but it ? s good play to lay low 

 when he has you cornered." It never 

 came into his mind to credit the shaggy 

 brute with an impulse born of good, 

 and when he told the sheep-herder of 

 his adventure in the pool, of his hit- 



