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They had gone in under two large trees that had been, blown 

 out by the roots. They had taken dry rotten wood torn from the 

 two old trees that formed the root to their winter quarters, and 

 with laurel brush and other matter they had made very good 

 quarters for the winter. I soon discovered that the lame bear was 

 not with the two other bears. I did not follow the trail very far 

 when I came onto the trail of the lame bear going on still further 

 into the jam, but I did not follow it but continued on after the two 

 bears to learn what luck Bill had had. I heard no gun shot and 

 was afraid that the bear had not come within gun shot of Bill, 

 although the bears were following nearly back on their trail that 

 they went in on. . 



When I came to the edge of the wind jam, I saw that the 

 bear had of a sudden made some big jumps down the side of the 

 hill. One of them had turned back into the jam while the other 

 had followed down the hill, and Bill's track was following the trail: 

 I did not go far when I saw Bill tugging away at the bear trying 

 to draw it down to the hollow and near where we had camped 

 the night before. 



It was still snowing very hard, and after getting the bear down 

 to the hollow and near to what was called in those days a wagon 

 road a near trail cut out through the woods -we went to the 

 camp where we had stayed over night ancf rebuilt the fire and 

 ate a lunch. We had not eaten anything since morning, not wish- 

 ing to spare the time. It was snowing so hard, and as we knew 

 that we would not be able to reach camp until well along in the 

 night, we concluded to again use the camp of the night before. We 

 gathered a few more hemlock boughs and made the shelter a little 

 more comfortable and went to roasting bear meat on a stick to 

 help out the grub we had brought with us, so that we could look 

 further for the lame bear the next morning. 



When morning came, it had snowed more than twelve inches, 

 and as we were satisfied that the lame bear would not leave the 

 jam, we concluded to go down the run about five miles to where a 

 man lived by the name of Reese. Arrangements were made with 

 him to get the bear down to his place where we could get it later. 

 From Mr. Reese's we went to camp and waited a few days for 



