THE YELLOWSTONE PARK 9 



quarters. The bear, at that, disappeared into the 

 woods, and though subsequently there were various 

 false alarms she had not been seen again when we 

 left the Park. Late one night, when we were 

 staying at "Old Faithful" Inn, I got the guide to 

 turn the searchlight on to a garbage heap. There 

 we saw a fat little black bear, alone and unmo- 

 lested by tourists, having the time of his life. As 

 we looked, however, a great dark mass loomed up 

 out of the shadows, and the next instant the young- 

 ster was scuttling away as fast as his legs would 

 carry him before the advent of an enormous silver tip 

 who proceeded to take entire charge of the proceed- 

 ings. We were fully six hundred yards off, but, as 

 dazzled by the strong light he turned his head in 

 our direction, we could plainly see his little pig- 

 like eyes flashing with the brilliancy of a couple 

 of enormous emeralds. Poor little Johnnie bear 

 was "dimly to be descried" in the gloom of the 

 fir wood, sitting upright on his little haunches 

 waiting until the coast was clear before he dared 

 venture forth to complete his meal. 



Sutton, one of the troopers, told me that these 

 animals will run from anything red, and that if a 

 lady in a red dress appeared near a garbage heap, 

 any bears who happened to be there would bolt 

 like rabbits. 



The horses in the Park seemed to have no fear 

 of the bears at all. I saw a large black bear walk 

 within ten yards of a dozen of them, and beyond 



