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" Fox nothing. It's more like burro-meat, I should 

 say. I didn't leave any of the jacks here when I 

 went away, did I?" 



Dyche could keep his story no longer and burst out 

 with : "It's bear-meat, man. A regular old grizzly 

 at that." 



"What? got a bear! Well, if this is a piece of 

 him it must have been the one old Noah had in the 

 ark. Well, I'm glad he didn't get you. Where's 

 the skin? How did you get him?" 



" The day you left camp I started out to look at 

 that big trail where my herd went along. I thought 

 there might be some satisfaction in looking at the 

 track if I couldn't see the bears. The trail was a 

 day old, but I followed along without exactly know- 

 ing why. After following it for miles I started back 

 to camp, and reached a grassy slope on the side of the 

 mountain and sat down to rest in the edge of it. 

 There was a willow patch in front, and to the east 

 of me and across from the willows was an almost 

 impenetrable forest of spruce trees. Flowing through 

 an opening in this forest was a little stream which 

 joined another rivulet flowing from the willows. As 

 I sat on a log looking across this stream at the spruce 

 forest I saw something moving among the trees, and 

 from the glimpse I got of it among the spruce 

 branches I thought it was a deer. I watched very 

 carefully, expecting to see a big mule buck step out 

 into the opening. 



" To my great astonishment a huge grizzly bear 

 stepped from the forest at the opening made by the 

 little stream. What a monster he was! He must 



