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and then to watch at a distance with glasses and 

 try to stalk them. If this failed, we would try 

 the hounds, although in my former hunts I have 

 never been able to hold up a grizzly with hounds 

 long enough to get a shot, but this way does 

 however, sometimes prove successful. 



There was a chill in the morning air as we 

 climbed the first ridge. I was full of energy and 

 curiosity, and one needs a goodly supply, espe- 

 cially of the latter, in tramping this rugged coun- 

 try. We were now silently following along a 

 little game trail bordering a box canon when Hi 

 suddenly stopped and pointed down at some 

 fresh tracks: 



"Wolves!" he exclaimed. I nodded my head, 

 quite agreeing with him, and we quietly pursued 

 our way. This was the last word spoken, and 

 we had tramped several miles, winding our way 

 in and out through the mountains before we felt 

 disposed to be so incautious as to engage in fur- 

 ther conversation. We came out on a high point 

 and surveyed the surroundings with the glasses. 



"Something moving up on that side hill," said 

 Hi. 



"Anything that looks like a bear?" I queried. 



"No, too small, looks like a wolf, yes, by 

 George, and there are two of them!" 



