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this same instinct, and I firmly believe that it was as 

 potent in the grizzly bears encountered by Lewis and 

 Clark as in those inhabiting remote regions at the present 

 time. Casual observers have not always discriminated be- 

 tween sight and scent as they affect the action of animals. 



It was then 11.30, and the mists had settled about 

 the crest and extended half-way down the slopes. For 

 a long time while I worked in the twilight, getting off 

 the skin, and everything was hushed and still, the wail- 

 ing cries of the cub sounded from the mountain top 

 a weird, wild noise in this mysterious solitude. At such 

 an elevation it was very cold, and being lightly clad I 

 soon became chilled and found difficulty in handling the 

 bear alone, so the skin was not off until nearly two in the 

 morning. The head was left in so that Rungius could 

 sketch it. The bear was an old grizzly, fairly large, in 

 excellent pelage for July; its claws were very long, and 

 there was practically no fat on it. The first bullet 

 shattered the hind quarter, penetrated through the vitals, 

 and came out through a large hole in its side. The 

 other two had struck within an inch of each other, both 

 cutting the heart. Tired and cold, I shouldered the 

 heavy skin and struggled back to camp, reaching it at 

 5.30 in the morning. Rungius and Osgood, neither of 

 whom had seen any game during the day, came out 

 from the tent to see the skin and hear my story. 



The fire was started ; tea, bacon, and bread refreshed 

 me before the genial warmth. Now our hopes were 

 brightened, and with the knowledge that we had found 

 the game country all was enthusiasm. I soon rolled under 



