6o Hunting the Grizzly 



return to camp. When we reached a spot four 

 or five hundred yards from the shde where 

 we had been stationed, the guide chanced to 

 turn around, looked, and there was a bear just 

 crossing the slide. We immediately turned 

 back towards the clearing — nimrod bringing 

 up the rear. In order to get the best vantage 

 ground to stalk, it was necessary to cross a 

 small stream. As we reached its edge the 

 guide whispered, " Jump on my back," at 

 the same time stooping; and with a jump I 

 landed on his back, and in he plunged, wading 

 across the water up to his waist. A stalk of 

 three or four hundred yards brought us to the 

 slide, but the game had crossed and entered 

 the timber safely. After watching for more 

 than an hour for nothing, we returned to camp. 

 The wind started to rise and by sundown was 

 almost a hurricane. Sometime in the night the 

 tent was blown down on top of us as we were 

 asleep, and " all hands " were ordered out to 

 repair damages ; and, whilst the rain descended 

 and the wind blew, the little tent was again 

 stretched and restored to its former stability. 

 The position of this camp was on a small 



