OH, SHOOT! 



for those educated bear dogs got lost the mo- 

 ment we were out of sight, and made such a 

 racket that we were forced to take turns re- 

 trieving them. They were passionately ad- 

 dicted to porcupines. No sooner were they 

 through with one than they tackled another, 

 and when not wailing to be "unquilled" they 

 "heeled" us, ready to climb up our backs at 

 the appearance of any other form of animal 

 life. 



"If we saw a bear they'd run between our 

 legs and trip us up," declared Joe, disgustedly. 



Deciding, finally, that this section was too 

 heavily timbered to hunt in without canine 

 assistance, we sought more open country, and 

 the next high tide found us scudding down 

 the sound in a fast launch towards an island 

 which for years had been shunned because of 

 its ugly bears. Not a week before a party of 

 native hunters had been chased into camp by a 

 herd of grizzlies, hence we were in a hurry. 



We skimmed past wooded shores which 

 lifted upward to bleak snow fields veiled by 

 ragged streamers of sea mist. Into a shallow, 

 uncharted bay we felt our course, past cliffs 

 white with millions of gulls, under towering 

 columns of rock which thrust wicked fangs up 



so 



