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half-a-dozen I had lost my last fly ; but as I had a 

 plain hook left, I wrapped some of the tinfoil which 

 erstwhile surrounded Tom's plug of 'baccy round the 

 hook, and, mirabile dictu, they " went for it " in a 

 most vigorous and confiding manner! After this 

 second spell of stormy weather Ave had clear bright 

 days, though of course the snow made travelling 

 through the timber no easier or pleasanter work. 

 However, we found plenty of game sign, and were 

 following moose and wapiti tracks most days, so that 

 before we were ready to move camp again I had 

 another fine specimen of the latter to my credit. 

 The main peaks of the Teetons loomed up in front of 

 us some forty miles off, and as we had now as much 

 stuff with us as we could conveniently pack with a 

 rough country in front, we determined to strike out 

 thither to try for bear only, as Tom had seen many 

 there last year when on a prospecting expedition. 

 After three days' hard travel we got to an elevation 

 of 9000 feet, and were in the heart of the best bear 

 country, as it was now about the time of year that 

 they should be working back into the mountains to 

 lie up for the winter. We had no luck at first, for 

 though we found tracks once or twice, they were too 

 old to be of much use to follow. The only luck we 

 did have was with two small timber cinnamon-bear, 

 which the dog quickly put up a tree, and which we 

 as quickly brought down in a manner quite satis- 

 factory to ourselves. After several days spent in 



