A CHROMATIC BEAR HUNT 



the whirling eddies and around to the opposite 

 shore, for we had not forgotten that wounded 

 bear. A mile over ice and mud brought us to 

 a wide, swift slew which we did not know 

 existed and which was running ice. We were 

 tired of detours, so we stood ankle-deep in the 

 slime beside a snow bank and undressed, then, 

 with our clothes and rifles above our heads, 

 we waded in. 



It was very funny! In fact, it handed us 

 the best laugh of the trip. When Joe rose 

 upon his tiptoes and gingerly ballet-danced 

 into that yellow stream, Fred and I shrieked 

 with glee, he made such funny noises and 

 looked so white and tender. From the far- 

 ther bank he turned upon us a drawn and 

 sour visage, which changed at sight of Fred, 

 who had suddenly fallen silent at feel of the 

 water. 



Never in the same space of time have I 

 endured more bitter suffering than that gla- 

 cial stream inflicted. When halfway across I 

 stumbled on a boulder and dived completely 

 out of sight, holding desperately the while to 

 my bundle. The other boys choked and chat- 

 tered hysterically. To dress in dripping gar- 

 ments on a snow bank at 3 A.M. is perhaps the 



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