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cover for one's approach. Finally he stopped, 

 and motioned to me to go ahead. " The 

 watch point is just around that bend," he 

 whispered. I stepped around it, and there 

 the brook-bed debouched into the meadow. 

 Just at its mouth was a small pile of brush, 

 arranged by Fox as a cover. I looked over 

 it, and saw, about fifty yards away, a grizzly 

 bear, standing quartering toward me and my 

 left, with his forefeet resting on something 

 hidden in the bushes below it apparently the 

 bait. The meadow, which had seemed to be 

 grassy from above, now showed itself waist- 

 high with sarvice berry bushes. The cham- 

 ber of my rifle was still unloaded, and I threw 

 a shell into it; Fox had no gun. The front 

 white Lyman bead came clearly against the 

 bear's left shoulder, and I pulled. She went 

 down with a muffled roar, and lay out of sight 

 in the bushes, still roaring and groaning. 



Instantly another large bear rose on its 

 hind feet from behind a bush in the center of 

 the meadow, while a third rushed into it from 

 the woods on the right. To my startled im- 

 agination the meadow seemed to be sprouting 

 with grizzlies. The fellow in the center, to 

 judge from his tracks, must have stood over 



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