228 WITH GUN AND GUIDE 



He had sat on the stump in the middle of the river 

 until nearly midnight, until the cold drove him from 

 his perch into the willow brush, and the penalty he 

 paid for not being more warmly clad was a bad cold, 

 which afflicted him for many a day afterward. 



He had seen nothing, heard nothing and smelled 

 nothing but the decaying bodies of the dead salmon. 

 He soon gave me a solution of the mysterious sounds I 

 had heard. The noise of the breaking branches was 

 indeed made by the grizzly. He had then got our scent 

 and perhaps more than once had raised himself to his 

 hind feet and had looked us over and over again, and 

 then to satisfy his curiosity he had struck the blows 

 with one of his powerful feet to attract our attention 

 and to see if there was life in the object that he had 

 scented and stalked to his cover. 



As the blows had had the desired effect of stirring 

 the to him strange and dreaded animal which we 

 call man into life and action, he had seen enough, and 

 as silently as he came he loped away to his lair to laugh 

 in his own clumsy fashion at how he had outwitted one 

 of the tribe of his most dreaded foes. 



