118 IN THE BIG HORN MOUNTAINS. 



wall in about two hours from the time of starting. We turned 

 down the canyon, and as we passed the mouth of a smaller 

 canyon that puts into the main one, we saw an ugly old 

 grizzly on the side hill some distance away. Jack was riding 

 at the head of the train, and the moment he sighted the game 

 put the rowels to his mule, and went tearing through the 

 brush in pursuit of it. When near the spot where the bear 

 had disappeared in the brush, he dismounted, threw his lariat 

 around a sappling and waltzed bravely forward. As he neared 

 a clump of pine trees, bruin raised on his haunches to size up 

 his pursuer before commencing to make a meal off him. 



Jack brought his carbine quickly to his shoulder, glanced 

 nervously along the barrel, and fired. When the smoke lifted 

 he saw the bear coming toward him at a 2 : 1 7 gait, his mouth 

 open and his eyes glaring vengeance. Jack thought he who 

 shoots and runs away may live to shoot another bear, and 

 accordingly made tracks (about two to the rod) for tall 

 timber. He had not more than thirty yards to run across an 

 open space to a friendly tree, but when he reached it old 

 grizzly was so uncomfortably close that Jack declared after- 

 ward he could feel his warm breath through his heavy cavalry 

 boots. Jack said he never felt so pale in all his life as he 

 did when he was reaching for that tree, and that he never saw 

 a tree seem to run from him as that one did. But he finally 

 reached it, and swung into its branches just in the nick of 

 time, having offered up his hat and gun to his hungry foe on 

 the way. As the bear reached the tree and halted for a mo- 

 ment, a ball from Huffman's rifle doubled him up, and 

 another rolled him over. 



Jack was loth to come down from his perch until he saw 

 us go up and take hold of Bruin, to convince him that there 

 was no further danger. 



We proceeded down the canyon about three miles and 



