OH, SHOOT! 



our house unless I brought back a mahogany- 

 brown skin, shading to orange, for the living 

 room, and a large pelt not too deeply tinged 

 with ox-heart red, to match the dining room 

 rug. Fred was told likewise that the boss of 

 his bungalow would welcome bear rugs of a 

 French-gray or moss-green tint only. 



We began to hunt immediately upon leav- 

 ing New York, and had secured some fine 

 specimens before reaching Chicago, but we 

 killed most of our bears between St. Paul and 

 Billings, Montana. 



It was while dashing through the Bad Lands 

 that Fred suggested bear dogs. "Great!" 

 said I. "They'll save us a lot of work and 

 be fine company in camp." Accordingly, we 

 wired ahead for "Best pair bear dogs state of 

 Washington," and a few hours after our 

 arrival at Seattle they came by express. 

 They were a well-matched pair, yclept Jack 

 and Jill, so the letter stated; both were wise 

 in their generation and schooled in the ways 

 of bear. 



"They are a trifle fat," we read, "but they 

 will be O. K. if you cut dpwn their rations. 

 Both are fine cold trailers. Kindly remit hun- 

 dred dollars and feed only at night." We 



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