ing the other members of the party 

 audibly sleeping on the balsam, tiptoed 

 out of camp and down the trail. A 

 log-road paralleled the shore of the 

 pond and I wandered down this road, 

 hoping to get an early morning shot at 

 a deer. It was still quite dark and I 

 found that the sights on my gun were 

 still invisible in the dim light, so I sat 

 on a log and waited for the first yellow 

 light to appear over East Inlet Moun- 

 tain. Then, continuing my silent, stalk- 

 ing way, when opposite the mouth of 

 the river, I heard curious and unusual 

 sounds. Peering through the bushes 

 across the slough I saw a black bear. 

 He was on top of the beaver house and 

 with his claws was tearing out sticks, 

 brush and sod and throwing them in 

 every direction. The bear was very 

 busy and with great energy and deter- 

 mination he was proceeding to dig out 

 the Chief Engineer. Of course I knew 

 that the Chief was in no personal danger, 

 as he had a perfectly safe way of retreat 

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