

little bank where there was a circular 

 opening in the trees. I looked, but did 

 not understand. 



" Do you see that dip in the ground 

 there where the snow melts as fast as it 

 drops?" 



" Yes." 



" Wai, that there's a bear bath." 



" A bear's bath ! " I exclaimed, sus- 

 pecting a hoax. 



"Yes, a sulphur spring. I reckon 

 this here one belongs to the Big 

 Grizzly." 



We examined the place with much 

 interest, but found no fresh tracks, and 

 the snow had covered most of the stale 

 ones, as " of course he ain't got no call 

 for it in winter. Like as not, he's denned 

 up somewheres near, though it's a mite 

 early." 



This was thrilling. Perhaps we 



