58 Hunting the Grizzly 



time, to our delight a black object could be 

 plainly seen moving across the track of the 

 main snow-slide. A scrutiny through the field- 

 glasses revealed a good-sized silver-tip slowly 

 crossing towards the cover bounding the slide. 

 There was a hurried preparation, and we 

 started for him in the canoe. The presence of 

 a sand-bar in the river compelled us to de- 

 scend quite a distance before we could find a 

 proper landing place on the main shore. 



Knowing the habit of bear to travel in a 

 horizontal line along a mountain-side, we ex- 

 pected to get a shot at Bruin as he crossed 

 another slide some distance along from that 

 in which he had first been observed. Conceal- 

 ing ourselves within good range, we watched 

 and waited for almost an hour, when the 

 shades of night began to gather, making it 

 difficult to see the sights if he should have 

 put in an appearance. As the gloom of the 

 forest increased, we approached closer and 

 closer, until old Bruin could be heard dis- 

 tinctly digging and tearing in search of a 

 choice morsel to satisfy his ravenous appetite. 

 Much to our sorrow, however, the desired shot 



