CHAPTER VII 



A PECULL\R STALK 

 " 'Tis the unexpected that always happens." 



WE waited for several days to see if our 

 friend, the silver-tipped grizzly, would 

 have forgotten that he had come in contact 

 with our scent when he made such a quick exit 

 over the divide. 



Early on a particularly fine morning we 

 went back again and, posting ourselves high 

 up on the opposite side of the canyon, sat 

 down to watch through the glasses. We were 

 there most of the forenoon, but no bear 

 appeared. 



After eating our midday lunch we saw a 

 couple of cow caribou come over the divide, 

 then a few more, and soon still others, until 

 nine cows were in sight. These were fol- 

 lowed by a spike-horn bull and lastly the herd 

 bull appeared. Something must have dis- 

 turbed them on the other side, as they com- 

 menced one by one to lie down and rest. 

 However, they were restless and seemed to be 



