to their breasts, and sniff, sniff, sniff the air, up- 

 ward and in all directions before them. Then 

 they would slowly back up to the old bear. They 

 all seemed very good-natured. 



When Sullivan was unpacking the burro, the 

 wrapping had come off two hams which were 

 among the supplies, and the wind had carried the 

 delicious aroma to the bears, who were just out 

 of their winter dens after weeks of fasting. Of 

 course, sugar-cured hams smelled good to them. 

 Sullivan repacked the burro and went on. The 

 bears quietly eyed him for some distance. At a 

 turn in the trail he looked back and saw the bears 

 clawing and smelling the snow on which the pro- 

 visions had lain while he was getting the burro 

 out of the snowdrift. He went on to the cabin, 

 had supper, and forgot the bears. 



The log cabin in which he and Jason lived was 

 a small one ; it had a door in the side and a small 

 window in one end. The roof was made of a 

 layer of poles thickly covered with earth. A large 

 shepherd-dog often shared the cabin with the 

 prospectors. He was a playful fellow, and Sulli- 

 van often romped with him. Near their cabin were 



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