A CHROMATIC BEAR HUNT 



"But I got him!" 



"You sure did!" Then they shook hands 

 again. 



When they led me to the scene of the 

 tragedy, I paced the distance from Fred's 

 boot tracks and his spent shells to the carcass, 

 and it was a scant twenty feet. Every mark 

 was plain in the soft ground, even to the leaps 

 of the bear, which we traced back across the 

 twelve-foot stream to its hiding place; and I 

 wish, at the risk of arousing the ire of every 

 peaceful naturalist and nature singer who may 

 read this, to go on record as vouching for the 

 truth of this encounter. I assert this upon 

 the evidence of my own eyes and the words of 

 my two companions. The bear was a female 

 Alaskan brown grizzly, so called. She was 

 alone, without cubs, and she deliberately 

 attacked two hunters who had passed her and 

 were walking away, crossing a creek to get at 

 them. 



We hunted these woods for a week with 

 varying success; then, as we were anxious to 

 be off for the glaciers, in a moment of weak- 

 ness we put Jack and Jill in for a drive, while 

 Fred and I took stands on the beaten trails. 

 It required thirty-six hours to retrieve those 

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