Chigwooltz, the Frog. 79 



wooltz, the patient, sat by the same stone, his fore 

 feet at the edge of the same bronze lily leaf. At 

 noon he was still there ; in twenty-four hours at least 

 he had not moved a muscle. 



At twilight I was following a bear along the shore. 

 It was the restless season, when bears are moving 

 constantly ; scarcely a twilight passed that I did not 

 meet one or more on their wanderings. This one 

 was heading for the upper end of the lake, traveling 

 in the shallow water near shore; and I was just 

 behind him, stealing along in my canoe to see what 

 queer thing he would do. He was in no hurry, as 

 most other bears were, but went nosing along shore, 

 acting much as a fat pig would in the same place. 

 As he approached the alder point he stopped sud- 

 denly, and twisted his head a bit, and set his ears, as a 

 dog does that sees something very interesting. Then 

 he began to steal forward. Could it be I shot my 

 canoe forward yes, it was Chigwooltz, still sitting 

 by the green stone, with his eye, like Bunsby's, on 

 the coast of Greenland. In thirty-two hours, to my 

 knowledge, he had not stirred. 



Mooween the bear crept nearer; he was crouching 

 now like a cat, stealing along in the soft mud behind 

 Chigwooltz so as to surprise him. I sa\v him raise 

 one paw slowly, cautiously, high above his head. 



