138 GUN, EOD, AND SADDLE. 



A BEAE ADVEE~TTJKE. 



IN following a flight of ruffed grouse, which had 

 risen so far beyond range as to have prevented my 

 getting a shot at them, I came across a perfect brake 

 of wild grape-vines loaded with fruit. I could not 

 withstand the temptation of halting for a feed, for 

 they had been touched by frost, which changes them 

 from the most unpalatable to the most delightfully 

 flavored fruit. The day had been warm for the end 

 of autumn and I suppose the fatigue of my tramp, 

 together with the delightful shade afforded, induced 

 me to lie down, and, as might be expected under the 

 circumstances, I fell asleep. How long I might have 

 been in a state of oblivion I can not say, but I was 

 awoke by my companion, a mongrel English terrier, 

 barking vociferously at some intruder. After a 

 stretch, a yawn, and the usual awakening actions, I 

 turned in the direction of Prince to see what on earth 

 had raised his ire and disturbed my siesta, when, judge 

 my astonishment, I beheld a large bear erect, pull- 



