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rested. This was his last clay's hunt. The chase was 

 resumed, however, on Friday by the guide and a 

 partner. 



At first they met with some prospects of success, but 

 a snow-storm started, which kept getting heavier and 

 heavier, until all signs of the trail were obliterated, and 

 the hunt was called off for good. 



Therefore, it is fair to assume that that particular 

 bear is at the present time safety housed up for the 

 winter, and that he will sleep until spring, and 

 then he'll have to hustle for his food in right good 

 earnest. 



The packhorse being unloaded, and the other horses 

 sent to their stalls, a smiling Chinaman's hand was 

 crossed with a dollar bill and he was asked to get us 

 food. We wanted something that would not " clog the 

 hungry edge of appetite by bare imagination of a feast," 

 and after that a hot bath to take the kinks out of a tired 

 and much-abused spine. In due time the Chinaman 

 managed to set before each of us a tenderloin steak, 

 with onions, potatoes and tomatoes, and we ate and 

 were merry. After the good supper and the hot bath, 

 our sleep was sound and long. 



The stage was advertised to start at two o'clock the 

 following afternoon, and there was no reason why it 

 shouldn't have done so. The driver a stolid English- 

 man moved with exasperating slowness. He had all 

 of the forenoon in which to get ready, but he was in no 



