A PANORAMIC GRIZZLY-BEAR HUNT 277 



Mr. Phillips had shot it as described above, while Mack 

 had put one of his eight shots through its back. The 

 greatest joke of the whole trip was that the bear had three 

 bullets through its right hind foot, two in the left, and 

 one in a front paw; and all of them had entered from 

 belowl 



As soon as the last firing ended, the long-distance 

 shouts of the hunters told us of their triumph. We were 

 barely able to see them with our glasses, but we yelled 

 back our pleasure in their success. By that time, the day 

 was nearly done, and in order not to be benighted in the 

 down timber, Charlie and I turned, and began a swift 

 retreat down the mountain. He set a racing pace, but I 

 showed him that when piloted in the proper direction, 

 I am a very good mountaineer. But even going down 

 hill, the side of the mountain seemed almost endless, and 

 I was glad to see through the heavy shadows of the green 

 timber the gleam of the camp-fire, and hear Huddleston's 

 cheery " Hello." 



Half an hour later, we were astonished by the 

 arrival of John and Mack, hot and tired, but triumph- 

 ant. They came to camp down the creek on which 

 they had killed the bear, and both complained bitterly 

 of the treatment they received from its down timber and 

 rock-slides. By this we knew that both must have been 

 very bad. 



The boys told of their bad shooting with great glee, 

 and we chaffed them long and uproariously over their 

 foot-shot bear. Mr. Phillips thought that some of the 

 holes in the feet might have been made during the first 



