Bear Hunting on the Alaska Peninsula 



was sighted a long way off, but he soon wandered 

 into the thicket which surrounded the marsh on 

 three sides. At twelve o'clock he appeared again, 

 and we now circled well to leeward and waited 

 where two trails met at the edge of the meadow, 

 expecting the bear would work down one of them 

 to us. It was a long tiresome wait, for we were 

 perched upon some tussocks through which the 

 water soon found its way. About five o'clock we 

 returned to our original watching place, where my 

 friend joined me. 



The wind had been at a slant, and although we 

 had worked safely around the bear, he must have 

 got the scent of Blake's party, although a long 

 way off, for my friend reported that the bear was 

 coming in our direction, as we had counted upon, 

 when he suddenly threw up his head, gave one 

 whiff, and started for the woods. 



On Friday morning, June 7, we made a three 

 o'clock start from where we had passed the night 

 on the beach. The sun was not over the moun- 

 tains for another hour, and there was that great 

 charm which comes in the early dawn of a sum- 

 mer's day. Blake in his baidarka, and I in mine, 

 paddled along, side by side, and pushed up to the 

 extreme head of the bay, where we came upon an 

 old deserted Indian camp of the year before. 

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