with fore paws resting against a tree, he peered 

 cautiously out to see if he was being followed. 

 When the next opening in the woods was reached, 

 he went discreetly round it. You never know what a 

 grizzly's next move will be nor how to anticipate 

 his actions. 



Old Timberline started down into a canon as 

 though to descend a gully diagonally to the bot- 

 tom. I hastily made a short cut and was ready to 

 take his picture when he should come out at the 

 lower end. But he never came. After waiting some 

 time, I back-tracked and found he had gone only a 

 few hundred feet down the gully, then returned to 

 the top of the canon and followed along the rim for 

 a mile. He had then descended directly to the bot- 

 tom of the canon and gone straight up to the top 

 on the other side. 



Autumn is the time when bears most search the 

 heights for food. Old Timberline's trail headed 

 again for the heights. When I next caught sight of 

 him, he was digging above the tree-line, but as it 

 was now nearly night, I went back a short distance 

 into the woods and built a fire by the base of a 

 cliff. Here all through the clear night I had a glori- 

 ous view of the high peaks up among the cold stars. 



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