At last the grizzly secured the log just under 

 water. Standing upon it with hind feet, he reached 

 down with both fore paws and went through an 

 up-and-down motion like a washerwoman. Then 

 he left the log and walked along the bank, keeping 

 watch of it as it floated slowly down stream. It 

 gradually pulled off from the bank. When it was 

 about ten feet away he leaped playfully after it 

 with feet outspread like those of a flying squirrel. 

 Letting it drift again, he watched it intently as it 

 was swept into the current and floated away in 

 midstream. By swimming and wading he kept 

 alongside for some distance, then put one fore paw 

 upon it. Perhaps he was about to start something 

 new, but just then he scented something over his 

 right shoulder. 



Releasing the log, he climbed upon a bowlder 

 that projected above the water. On hind feet, in- 

 terested and curious, he stood gazing for some 

 seconds. Evidently desiring more information, he 

 started ashore and never looked back at the log 

 hurrying away down the rapids. 



I found afterwards that the grizzly had rolled 

 the log into the water a short distance up stream 

 from where I came upon him. The log was a sound 

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