Another time, in the Yellowstone, while I was 

 sleeping out, a big grizzly who had followed me all 

 day came to give me closer inspection. I was awak- 

 ened by his lightly clawing my bed. I opened my 

 eyes and watched him for some seconds and lay 

 perfectly still while he sniffed me over. After sev- 

 eral seconds of this he appeared to have satisfied his 

 curiosity and walked quietly away beneath the stars. 



As I was trying to flash information with a look- 

 ing-glass from Mount Lincoln to a prospector down 

 in the valley one day, a grizzly became attracted 

 by the flashes and lay down to watch them circle 

 and shimmer here and there. In the San Juan 

 Mountains a prospector once lost a wheel from a 

 rude cart which he was hauling up a steep, roadless 

 slope. As the detached wheel went bounding down 

 and across the bottom of the gulch, a grizzly hit an 

 attitude of attention and watched it. He became 

 excited as it leaped and rushed up the opposite 

 slope, and when it rolled over he approached cau- 

 tiously to see what manner of thing it might be. A 

 grizzly sat down on his haunches to watch the un- 

 certain movements of an umbrella which had taken 

 advantage of a wind-storm to desert a mountain- 

 top artist. He observed the disheveled umbrella 

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