HO HUNTING THE GRISLY. 



woods on a mountain side near Pend'Oreille 

 Lake. Suddenly he was sent flying head over 

 heels, by a blow which completely knocked 

 the breath out of his body ; and so instantan- 

 eous was the whole affair that all he could ever 

 recollect about it was getting a vague glimpse 

 of the bear just as he was bowled over. When 

 he came to he found himself lying some dis- 

 tance down the hill-side, much shaken, and 

 without his berry pail, which had rolled a 

 hundred yards below him, but not otherwise 

 the worse for his misadventure ; while the foot- 

 prints showed that the bear, after delivering 

 the single hurried stroke at the unwitting dis- 

 turber of its day-dreams, had run off up-hill 

 as fast as it was able. 



A she-bear with cubs is a proverbially dan- 

 gerous beast ; yet even under such conditions 

 different grislies act in directly opposite ways. 

 Some she-grislies, when their cubs are young, 

 but are able to follow them about, seem al- 

 ways worked up to the highest pitch of anxious 

 and jealous rage, so that they are likely to at- 

 tack unprovoked any intruder or even passer- 

 by. Others when threatened by the hunter 

 leave their cubs to their fate without a visible 

 qualm of any kind, and seem to think only of 

 their own safety. 



In 1882 Mr. Caspar W. Whitney, now of 

 New York, met with a very singular adventure 

 with a she-bear and cub. He was in Harvard 

 when I was, but left it and, like a good many 

 other Harvard men of that time, took to cow- 

 punching in the West. He went on a ranch 



