MY GRIZZLY-BEAR DAY 169 



able to run a hundred yards at top speed. How much 

 farther could it have gone, had no other shots been 

 fired? Not far, surely, for as it ran, it spattered the 

 clean gray rocks with an awful outpouring of blood. 



After our photographic labors we ate our frugal 

 luncheon, rested, then skinned the bear. That accom- 

 plished we set out to examine the work done by our 

 animal, with and unto the carcasses of the two goats. 

 The result proved most interesting. 



First we sought the carcass of Mr. Phillips's goat, 

 which was rolled over the cliff, and fell immediately 

 above the spot where our silver-tip gave up her ghost. 

 On seeking it, we found a grizzly-bear's cache of a most 

 elaborate and artistic character. On the steep hillside a 

 shallow hole had been dug, the whole carcass rolled into 

 it, and then upon it had been piled nearly a wagon-load 

 of fresh earth, moss and green plants that had been torn 

 up by the roots. Over the highest point of the carcass 

 the mass was twenty-four inches deep. On the ground 

 the cache was elliptical in shape, about seven by nine 

 feet. On the lower side it was four feet high, and on 

 the upper side two feet. The pyramid was built around 

 two small larch saplings, as if to secure their support. 



On the uphill side of the cache, the ground was torn 

 up in a space shaped like a half-moon, twenty-eight feet 

 long by nineteen feet wide. From this space every green 

 thing had been torn up, and piled on the pyramid. The 

 outer surface of the cone was a mass of curly, fibrous 

 roots and fresh earth. 



In her own clumsy way, the bear had done her best 



