TRAMP DAYS OF GRIZZLY CUBS 173 



times in the Saw Tooth Mountains of Idaho 

 certainly had a lively, varied cubhood, one 

 full of fun and adventure. A prospector had 

 also watched them and told me some of their 

 experiences. A hunter had killed the mother, 

 wounded one cub slightly in a foreleg, and shot 

 a toe off a second cub, the third cub being un- 

 injured. The cubs made their escape. This 

 was in September just after they were weaned. 

 After being weaned, cubs usually run with the 

 mother the remainder of the autumn and den up 

 with her that winter. They leave her and go 

 off together some time the next summer. Through 

 the death of their mother, these cubs were left 

 to look out for themselves earlier in life than is 

 usual. 



The cub who was wounded in the leg became 

 the leader of the three. Whether he decided all 

 their movements I cannot say, but whatever he 

 did the others instantly fell in with. Adventure 

 after adventure had this loyal band. They 

 were inseparable playmates and united comrades 

 in face of danger. Wherever they went the 

 cub with the slight limp was invariably in the 

 lead. 



During wanderings this autumn they dis- 

 covered the prospect hole in which my prospec- 

 tor friend was working. When he came up for 

 lunch one day he saw the cubs in the edge of the 



