"Ye mean old Pedro's Gringo? " 

 "Yep. That's the fifty-foot Grizzly. 

 I suppose he stands maybe seven foot 

 high in daylight, but,'course,B'ars pulls 

 out lorn* at night/' 



So the yellow cur was put on the 

 track, and led away with funny little 

 yelps, while the two hunters came 

 stumbling along behind him as fast as 

 they could, calling, at times, to the dog 

 not to go so fast, and thus making a 

 good deal of noise, which Gringo Jack 

 heard a mile away as he ambled along 

 the mountain-side above them. He 

 was following his nose to many good 

 and eatable things, and therefore going 

 up-wind. This noise behind was so 

 peculiar that he wanted to smell it, 

 and to do that he swung along back 

 over the clamor, then descended to 

 the down-wind side, and thus he came 

 on the trail of the hunters and their dog. 



