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tance from it, the next winter another bear will 

 occupy it. I believe that this is quite a probable 

 thing. The bear my brother and I killed while 

 trapping was shot in the den after I had heard 

 the story. I revisited the place several times, 

 but no others had occupied it, though I found evi- 

 dence of some having passed quite near it. It 

 was a female I had killed, and though early in 

 March about the 10th she had her cub with 

 her, a little mite about the size of a kitten. The 

 den was on the slope of a mountain, with a south- 

 ern aspect. It was well lined with balsam 

 branches and grass, some of which had been col- 

 lected two or three hundred yards away. This 

 was the first indication of one being near. After 

 that we hunted around till we found its air hole, 

 the warmth of the animal causing some of the 

 snow to melt. 



Into i (got jHjr first (grijjlj. I terminate 

 these few notes on bears with a narrative of 

 how I got my first grizzly. It was during 

 a hunting trip with Baron de la Grange in 

 1882. We had outfitted at Fort Washakie, 

 Wyoming Territory. There we were joined by 

 some of the military men from the Post, who were 

 also going out on an expedition official and 

 hunting combined. Our party, for two weeks, 

 was composed as follows: Colonel V. K. Hart, 

 5th Cavalry, U.S.A.; Dr. Woods, of Indiana 

 the Colonel's brother-in-law Lieut. R. E. 



