CAMP FIRES IN THE YUKON 139 



from the wilds of the Yukon to the wilds of New 

 York. 



As we had spent considerable time with the lynx 

 hunt, we decided to have lunch where we were, and 

 had boiled the tea pail and were sitting in the snow 

 eating cold caribou steaks, when the horses began 

 to sniff suspiciously and gaze down the gulch five 

 hundred yards below us. Following their gaze, we 

 saw two grizzlies that had crossed the gulch and 

 were making their way up the mountain we had de- 

 scended. We figured that after reaching the top 

 they would scent our horse tracks in the snow and 

 would follow the trail to discover the cause, so we 

 grabbed our guns and, the writer leading the way, 

 started up the nine-hundred-feet-high slope, follow- 

 ing our horse trail. 



Part way up Cutting ran ahead, and when we 

 were seventy-five yards from the top the smaller 

 grizzly came into view at the crest, and Cutting 

 with a single shot through the brain killed the bear. 

 Again we ran forward and the larger bear was seen 

 standing on hind legs, interested in what had hap- 

 pened to her cub; Cutting immediately began shoot- 

 ing, missing twice, but his third shot hit the paw, 

 and the bear turned a complete somersault and 

 rolled over in the snow, chewing and tearing at its 

 wounded foot for a moment, and then made off 

 down the mountain into the ravine, with Cutting 

 following. 



