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in the shoulder and laying her low. All the while 

 the cub sat up bewildered and squalling, and we went 

 down to the dead grizzly. The cub in the mean- 

 time came up behind Bettle and made a rush for 

 him; Bettle gave one backward look, forgot all 

 about his rifle, and like a shot he was off, tearing 

 over the rocks, leaping over willows, at a speed that 

 no bear could hope to equal; the cub tore after the 

 hunter for a distance, but soon realized it was hope- 

 lessly outclassed in the speed contest, so sat up and 

 looked at the vanishing Bettle; Cutting ended the 

 game by shooting the cub through the chest, when 

 Bettle gingerly made his way back to the starting 

 point of the race." 



In view of the very few rams Hoyt and the 

 writer saw on the mountains of Count Creek and the 

 Generc, and the presence of numerous bands on the 

 St. Clair ranges, we decided to spend some time on 

 the St. Clair, in hope of getting among the rams. 



August 25. Hoyt and myself took Baker and the 

 horses and started at six o'clock up the St. Clair, 

 and at the forks took the right branch, up which we 

 traveled for five miles. A survey of the moun- 

 tains revealed no game, so we retraced our course 

 to the forks and rode up the left branch, where we 

 located hundreds of sheep like white dots high up 

 on the slopes three miles away. Most of them were 

 ewes, but there were several bands of rams feeding 

 apart, and we decided to tether our horses in the 



