while the player sat silent, listening to my descrip- 

 tion of the bear's movements. A soft and melodious 

 piece was next played. The bear, as the first strain 

 sounded on the evening air, seated himself on his 

 haunches facing us, and thus remained until the 

 piece was finished. Then he climbed higher up the 

 mountain and, on reaching the sky-line, walked 

 lingering along in the last rays of the sun, looking 

 down on us now and then as though wanting more 

 music. 



For two or three hours I watched a number of 

 water-ouzels in the St. Vrain River. They often 

 came within three or four feet of where I sat on the 

 bank with my back against a large bowlder. To 

 avoid frightening them, I sat motionless, not turn- 

 ing even my head for an hour or more at a time. I 

 was enjoying their actions, when suddenly I caught 

 the distinct odor of a bear. While still motionless 

 and wondering further about this new interest, I 

 heard the faint crack of a stick behind me. Turning 

 my head at this sound, I saw a grizzly raised on 

 hind legs with fore paws resting on top of the bowl- 

 der against which I was leaning. He looked at me 

 with intense interest, all caution forgotten. His 

 curiosity absolutely dominated. But my slight 

 178. 



