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Hunting the Grizzly 



admiration of the wooded scene, I walked 

 along slowly, when at an unexpected moment 

 I was startled by a crashing and breaking of 

 the underbrush; old Bruin was out taking his 

 morning hunt. Instantly I had the gun ready 



Lining the Rapids. 



for action (a practice acquired from years of 

 experience with the whirr of the pheasant), 

 at the same time carefully stalking; but un- 

 fortunately the wily foe was too cunning to 

 let me get even a glimpse of him. Having 

 the advantage of the leeward side he kept 



