20 TRUE BEAR STORIES. 



they had only paused a second, they moved 

 on into the water, led by a bull with a 

 head of horns like a rocking-chair. And 

 his rocking-chair rocked his head under 

 water much of the time. The cold, swift 

 water soon broke the line, only the leader 

 making the bank directly before us, while 

 the others drifted far down and out of 

 sight. 



Our artists, meantime, had dug up pencil 

 and pad and begun work. But an Indian 

 jerked the saddles, on which the English- 

 men sat, aside, and the work was stopped. 

 Everything was now packed up close under 

 the steep little ledge of rocks. An ava- 

 lanche of smaller wild animals, mostly 

 deer, was upon us. Many of these had their 

 tongues hanging from their half-opened 

 mouths. They did not attempt to drink, as 

 you would suppose, but slid into the water 

 silently almost as soon as they came. 

 Surely they must have seen us, but cer 

 tainly they took no notice of us. And such 

 order! No crushing or crowding, as you 



