Shooting a Grizzly 



have their homes. There is no doubt that a grizzly 

 will attack a horse if he can get the opportunity. Burros 

 and colts are often victims of the cougar. Whether the 

 latter would have the temerity to attack a full-grown 

 horse, I am not prepared to say. 



Dave caught seven or eight little speckled trout, 

 which we had for supper. 



Speaking of the supper we ate that night reminds me 

 of all the other meals upon that trip, and makes me 

 appreciate the wonderful luxury of the grub we eat in 

 Nova Scotia compared to what we packed in the old 

 days. Our complete menu consisted of flour, salt pork, 

 baking-powder, coffee, sugar, salt, a few onions and 

 half a dozen cans of tomatoes. The tomatoes were 

 only to be used if we got short of water while crossing 

 the Bad Lands, which border the Rocky Mountains 

 upon this particular part of the American continent. 

 The juice in a can of tomatoes is better to drink when 

 suffering from thirst than the best water you can pack 

 in a canteen. Owing to the can having no opening 

 except what you make with your knife, it is never used 

 except as a last resort, and consequently the juice is not 

 idly sipped at as the water is apt to be when in a screw- 

 top canteen. The old-timers told me that many a 

 man's life had been saved through this habit of carry- 

 ing canned tomatoes for an emergency. My personal 

 experience bears this out. You will gather from the 

 limited store of provisions we carried that every meal 

 consisted of baking-powder bread made in the frying- 

 pan, salt pork, black coffee, and such meat or fish as we 

 happened to kill along the way. At times we picked and 

 ate various kinds of berries. As strange as it may seem 

 to the pampered guide and " sport " of the East, frying- 

 pan bread, fried pork and coffee tasted good three times 

 a day and every day in the week. Mountain air might 



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