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Here was a sad blow to poor Westlake. His only 

 companion, his faithful guide, and the only human 

 being within fifty miles of him, lay a corpse at his 

 feet. He had no means whatever of getting the 

 body back to their camp, much less of returning it 

 to the unfortunate red man' s friends. He had not 

 even a tool of any kind to dig a grave with, and the 

 only thing he could do in that direction was to build 

 a wall of rocks around the body, lay some flat slabs 

 across the top, and then carry and lay on top of 

 these a number of the largest and heaviest rocks he 

 could handle, to protect it from the* ravages of wild 

 beasts. When this sad duty was completed he 

 returned with a heavy heart to their temporary 

 camp, and with as much of their luggage as he was 

 able to cany started down the mountain. Arriving 

 about noon at the tent, he was horrified to find the 

 tracks of a large bear in and about it, the greater 

 portion of his supplies eaten up or destroyed, and 

 his horses nowhere in sight. A hasty examination 

 showed that the bear had passed through the little 

 park in which they had last been grazing evidently 

 early that morning that they had taken flight and 

 fled in the direction of the head of the canon up 

 which they had come. Westlake followed them 

 several miles until convinced that they had really 

 started on their back trail, and then he returned to 

 camp. By this time night was again approaching 

 and it was with a heavy heart that he prepared to 

 pass it there, all alone, and still further depressed 

 with the thought that he had now a journey of a 

 hundred miles or more before him, to the nearest set- 

 tlement, which he must undoubtedly make on foot. 



