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looking and listening. From the ledge he had faced 

 about and continued his course westward, heading 

 for a spur on the summit of the Divide. 



We were in what is now the southern end of the 

 Rocky Mountain National Park. The big bear and 

 myself were on one of the high sky-lines of the 

 earth. We traversed a territory ten thousand to 

 twelve thousand feet above sea-level, much of it 

 above the limits of tree growth. There were long 

 stretches of moorland, an occasional peak towering 

 above us, and ridges long and short thrusting east 

 and west, and canons of varying width and depth 

 were to be seen below us from the summit heights. 



Crossing this spur of the Divide, the grizzly en- 

 tered the woods. Here he spent so much time roll- 

 ing logs about and tearing them open for grubs and 

 ants that I nearly caught up with him. I watched 

 him through the scattered trees from a rocky ledge 

 until he moved on. This after a few minutes he did. 

 As he came to an opening in the woods, I wondered 

 whether he would go round it to the right or to the 

 left. To my astonishment, without the least hesita- 

 tion he sauntered across the opening, his head held 

 low and swinging easily from side to side. But the 

 instant he was screened by trees beyond, rising up, 

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