I once saw a grizzly and cub walking leisurely 

 along the top of a ridge above timber-line, the cub 

 with long strides following in mother's footprints. 

 There were perhaps six or more inches of snow. I 

 sat still. They were coming almost towards me. 

 Watching carefully with my glass, I noticed that 

 the cub was limping. He suddenly sat down and 

 bawled. The mother, after walking on several 

 steps, turned to look at the cub, who was holding 

 his hind foot between his fore paws and examin- 

 ing his hurt. I heard him whimper two or three 

 times, and finally mother went back. She looked 

 down at the bottom of the foot rather indiffer- 

 ently, then turned and walked on. The cub fol- 

 lowed after. 



When they passed near me the mother rose 

 suddenly on hind legs, stood with fore paws held 

 against her chest, and looked and looked, and 

 sniffed and sniffed. Little cub, forgetting his sore 

 hind foot, stood up with little paws against his 

 breast, stretched his neck, looked, and sniffed a 

 perfect little imitation of the mother. She moved 

 off several steps and stopped on the very edge of a 

 precipitous ridge to scout. The cub placed his fore 

 paws against mother's side and from this secure 

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