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Hunting the Grizzly 



daybreak we started again, up the smaller 

 river towards several inland lakes. Passing 

 these, and leaving Brush River, we entered a 

 creek, following up its course, as it wound this 

 way and that, for several miles to its source — 



A Perfect Paradise. 



a beautiful lake hemmed in with timber and a 

 background of snow-clad mountains, a perfect 

 paradise for birds, animals, and fish. 



As soon as we entered the lake, we were 

 greeted — or rather " disgreeted " (to coin a 

 more appropriate word) — by the clatter of 



