430 WALL STREET AND THE WILDS 



took two blankets beside my sleeping bag to keep 

 me from freezing to death in camp I objected to 

 roosting all night in a tree in a snowstorm. I 

 proposed to start from camp early enough to be 

 on the ground before daylight. 



I felt differently in the morning when I was 

 awakened two hours before dawn. The canvas 

 of the tent was banked high with snow and before 

 I was dressed my fingers and feet were as numb 

 as the stage driver's wooden legs. Ward had no 

 faith in our success and when I proposed that he 

 come with us he pulled the flap of his sleeping 

 bag over his head, saying that he preferred nap 

 to fur. 



A miserable time for me then followed. Our 

 broncos were across a brook from the camp and I 

 slipped and fell in the darkness, getting thor- 

 oughly wet. As we rode, the snow-laden bushes 

 slapped my face in the darkness and sent part of 

 their burden down my neck. When we reached 

 the carcass the grizzly had been there and de- 

 parted. We started on his trail which was plain 

 as a wagon road and followed it down ravines 



