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started down toward the burnt land to round up the 

 horses at the same time. 



So far the doctor had not even had a shot at game 

 of any kind, with the exception of his killing a 

 mephitis-mephitica, and that couldn't be called game 

 by the widest stretch of courtesy. It is, however, 

 most always that the unexpected happens in hunting. 

 The two men walked along the beaten horse trail 

 following the river, looking and listening for the 

 horses. 



They had passed the spot by about a mile where we 

 had sat watching during the afternoon of the day be- 

 fore, when they saw something like a ball of fur run 

 up a cottonwood tree, followed by another ball of the 

 same kind of fur. The two climbing balls were in 

 reality two black bear cubs. 



Kibbee warned the doctor to look out for the mother 

 and not to worry about the cubs. She was finally dis- 

 covered squatting contentedly and eating with ap- 

 parent gusto the big luscious blueberries from a heavily- 

 laden bush, which she held in her front paws. 



Our good friend, Dr. Hughes, has wide fame among 

 doctors as a diagnostician. I am informed that the 

 first qualification for a good diagnostician is a calm and 

 even disposition. Such a man must never show worry 

 or haste ; he must be careful, deliberate and thought- 

 ful, and he must positively be discreet, and our doctor 

 has all of these necessary adjuncts developed to the 



