ONE autumn day, while I was watching a 

 little cony stacking hay for the winter, a 

 clinking and rattling of slide rock caught my atten- 

 tion. On the mountain-side opposite me, perhaps a 

 hundred yards away, a grizzly bear was digging in 

 an enormous rock-slide. He worked energetically. 

 Several slabs of rock were hurled out of the hole 

 and tossed down the mountain-side. Stones were 

 thrown right and left. I could not make out what 

 he was after, but it is likely that he was digging for 

 a woodchuck. 



After a short time only his shoulders showed 

 above the scattered slide rock as he stood erect. 

 Then he began piling the stones upon the edge of 

 his deepening hole. The slope was steep and the 

 stones had to be placed with care to prevent their 

 tumbling back. After lifting into place one huge 

 slab, he stood and looked at it for an instant and 

 then slightly changed its position. On top of this 

 stone he piled another large one, eyed it closely, 

 shook it to see if it was solid, and finally shifted it 

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