drove the wolves off for the time being. He killed 

 one and badly injured two of them. Towards eve- 

 ning he took refuge in a denlike place for which he 

 evidently had been heading. The following morn- 

 ing a number of the wolves were gone, but the 

 others were waiting for the grizzly in front of the 

 den. 



A grizzly with three feet managed to maintain 

 himself in a territory near my home, and I twice 

 heard of his outwitting hunters and their hounds. 

 The territory was occasionally invaded by trap- 

 pers but he avoided their snares. Hunters with 

 dogs finally drove him off his domain. Where he 

 went, what struggles he had, what masterly re- 

 treats he made, what troubles he had in making a 

 living, and what his final tragic end, I do not know. 

 That he survived so long with one foot gone in- 

 dicates that he was a bear of powers, a bear with 

 a career, whose biography or autobiography would 

 be full of action and adventure. 



It cannot be stated too strongly that the grizzly 

 is not a coward. Every drop of blood in his body is 

 courageous. He has no fear. He is intelligent enough 

 to know that man is a dangerous enemy that it 

 is almost suicidal for a bear to expose himself to 



