i6 A Hunting Trip 



was called for refreshments, and under protest 

 we were required to pitch camp for the night 

 — much to the regret of the nimrod. After 

 lunch an afternoon's hunt was suggested, so we 

 climbed the mountain, following the river as 

 close by as possible. Choke-cherries were 

 growing along the first narrow level bench 

 above the stream, and signs of bear were 

 plentiful, indicating they were feeding on the 

 cherries, as several limbs, thick as one's wrist, 

 were twisted and broken by old bruin in order 

 to get the cherries. Presently the guide called 

 attention to two white objects slowly descend- 

 ing the mountains about a mile in the distance 

 and on the opposite side of the narrow, swift, 

 and turbulent little stream. As we ap- 

 proached nearer, we could clearly make out 

 the old Billy in the lead and Nanny following, 

 evidently going for water. 



Although we were forced to travel for some 

 time in open view of the goats, they did not 

 seem to be alarmed and continued on their 

 journey a considerable distance toward us. 

 Finally they stopped and seemed to be 

 alarmed. By this time they were within 500 



