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over their wounds when they have been shot. Jack 

 fired. Hit him. The bear gave one tremendous 

 yell — looked round a moment — then tore up the 

 ground like mad and flew at the trees, sending the 

 bark flying in all directions. Jack lay as flat as a 

 flounder behind a tree, and when, at length, the 

 bear made off", came home a wiser man. After 

 hearing his account I was rather glad, on the whole, 

 that my friend had not followed to the foot of my 

 sapling, for had I not killed him first shot, he would 

 certainly have made it a very shaky perch to reload 

 on. The one killed was a fine one, of course not 

 as big as mine or Campbell's at Fort Bridger. 



' The weather has been most miserable for camp 

 life, snow and frost and wet. I would tell you of a 

 great scalp dance of Indians at the Crow Reservation, 

 and many other things, but this is my only procurable 

 scrap of paper.' 



A few days after his interview with the grizzly 

 George Kingsley was lost for some hours, was indeed 

 nearly lost for ever, in the mountains which rise 

 between the Yellowstone and the Gallatin River. 

 Lord Dunraven, Texas Jack, and he had been 

 hunting without success, all the day long, in the 

 driving wind and rain, and in the evening, when 

 they were returning to camp, the Doctor wounded a 

 deer, and, partly because he had ' visions of fresh 

 venison steaks before his eyes,' partly from motives 

 of humanity, he separated from his companions and 



