IN THE BIG HORN MOUNTAINS. 



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The pony didn't like this first-rate, but still didn't make as 

 big a fool of himself as most horses would under the circum- 

 stances. I dismounted, and was just ready to pull on the 

 bear again, when he stopped and sank to the ground. 



I waited for reinforcements before going up to him, and 

 when Jack and Huffman came up I advanced very cautiously, 



THE DEAD GRIZZLY. 



keeping the enemy covered with my rifle lest he might be 

 only "possuming" and would charge me when I got too 

 close to retreat. But not so. I found him stone dead, shot 

 through and through, just behind the shoulders. 



We found on examination that my bullet had exploded as 

 soon as it passed through the skin, had riddled the lungs until 



