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burnt forest, where there was nothing but 

 charred tree-trunks and black mould. When 



!y through it I came across the huge, 

 half-human footprints of a great grizzly, 

 which must have passed by within a few 

 minutes. It gave me rather an eerie feeling 

 in the silent, lonely woods, to see for the first 

 time the unmistakable proofs that I was in 

 the home of the mighty lord of the wilder- 

 ness. I followed the tracks in the fading 

 twilight until it became too dark to see them 

 any longer, and then shouldered my rifle and 

 walked back to camp. 



That evening we almost had a visit from 

 one of the animals we were after. Several 

 times we had heard at night the musical 

 calling of the bull elk a sound to which no 

 writer has as yet done justice. This partic- 

 ular night, when we were in bed and the fire 



smouldering, we were roused by a ruder 

 noise a kind of grunting or roaring whine, 



ered by the frightened snorts of the 

 ponies. It was a bear which had evidently 

 not seen the fire, as it came from behind the 



