' THERE'S ONE ! ' 167 



motion, I was enjoying the broad bands of 

 cinnamon -coloured cloud in which the dark 

 peaks of the distant mountains seemed floating 

 islands, when Simon dragged me down on my 

 knees with the single word ' arrees ' (' there's 

 one ! '). One look was enough at Simon's face, 

 working with intense excitement, and then 

 trusting entirely to him I forbore to gratify 

 my own eyes, but slunk away on hands and 

 knees until we were well below the level of 

 the little hill from which my man had viewed 

 the game. 



Xot far from where we were was one of 

 the forest islands I have alluded to, from 

 which a long peninsula of dark trees stretched 

 out towards the point at which the bear was 

 feedino'. Gointr at a run we were soon in its 

 shadow, and in a few minutes more were 

 peering over a huge boulder at the long tawny 

 shape that looks so different moving silently 

 in the shadow of its native forests from the 



