210 WAITING IN THE WILDERNESS 



for years to come and did not want this grizzly 

 to assimilate me. 



I had gotten down into the woods and was 

 about two miles from home when I came upon 

 the grizzly's track again. My head would have 

 made a good scrubbing brush the way the hair 

 stood up stiffly. Just what I might have done 

 had the grizzly suddenly appeared cannot be 

 guessed, but I turned aside and went a mile out 

 of the way to avoid going through dense woods. 



I began to feel less serious when my cabin 

 was only half a mile off. Most of the remaining 

 way was open with scattered pines. Ahead ot 

 me I could see what looked like the track of my 

 pony; this was cheering. But when I came to 

 these tracks they were the grizzly's! Surely 

 he must be hungry, to come down so close. 

 I hardly knew whether to go home or not. I 

 took the precaution to circle the cabin at good 

 distance to see that the grizzly was not hidden 

 behind it or lying in wait in the woodpile. Not 

 seeing him, nor his tracks, I went on home. 



This happened about thirty years ago. Dur- 

 ing the years since then I have been much 

 among grizzlies, and have known them to eat 

 anything under the sun that is edible, except 

 human flesh. 



Some unusual situation might arise that 

 would cause a grizzly to attack a man without 



