146 SPORT IN VANCOUVER 



8 a.m., and the morning sun broke through 

 the rain clouds and mists which were sweeping 

 away from the hill-tops; the effect was most 

 beautiful. 



The hills where we had been stalking yester- 

 day were entirely covered with snow, and 

 patches were lying far down in the valley. I 

 sent Kirby and Lansdown up to skin the goat 

 and bring in the head and skin, while I made 

 preparations for striking the camp and going 

 down the mountain on their return. 



They returned about noon, and we were just 

 preparing to start when I saw a bear — probably 

 the same one we had seen before, moving 

 rapidly up the valley at the foot of the cliff 

 and across one of the numerous patches of 

 snow. Seizing the rifle I dashed down, fol- 

 lowed by Thomson, to try and get a shot. I 

 left my coat, in which I always carried spare 

 cartridges, behind. 



By the time I had crossed the creek, the 

 bear was well ahead and looked about 300 yards 

 away. Putting up the 300 yards sight, I knelt 

 down, rather breathless and shaky from my run, 

 and fired. The bullet knocked up the snow in 

 a good line but short. This started him off at 

 a run and he was getting farther and farther 

 away as I fired two more shots, which also 



