E day, while wandering in the pine woods 

 on the slope of Mt. Meeker, I came upon 

 two young grizzly bears. Though they dodged 

 about as lively as chickens, I at last cornered 

 them in a penlike pocket of fallen trees. 



Getting them into a sack was one of the live- 

 liest experiences I ever had. Though small and 

 almost starved, these little orphans proceeded 

 to "chew me up" after the manner of big griz- 

 zlies, as is told of them in books. After an ex- 

 citing chase and tussle, I would catch one and 

 thrust him into the sack. In resisting, he would 

 insert his claws into my clothes, or thrust them 

 through the side of the sack; then, while I was 

 trying to tear him loose, or to thrust him forci- 

 bly in, he would lay hold of a finger, or take a 

 bite in my leg. Whenever he bit, I at once 

 dropped him, and then all began over again. 



Their mother had been killed a few days be- 

 fore I found them; so, of course, they were fam- 



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