Big Game in the Rockies 



for such I afterward judged him to be, who, 

 with great affection, had gone down with her 

 until she stuck her head in the snow. Not 

 understanding this, he smelled around his fallen 

 relative, when a hollow three-hundred-and- 

 thirty-grain chunk of lead nearly severed one 

 hip and smashed the other. He did not stop to 

 reason, but promptly jumped on his relative, 

 and then and there occurred a lively bit of a 

 scrimmage. Over and over they rolled, slap- 

 ping, biting, and making the best fight of it 

 they could, considering the plight they were in. 

 Each probably accused the other of the mishap. 

 The snow was dyed a crimson hue. It was 

 like the scene of a bloody battle-ground. At 

 last the lady first aggrieved gave up, and 

 plunged her head back into the snow, while 

 her brother, not having any one to fight with, 

 went off a short distance and lay down. We 

 cautiously approached, bearing in mind that 

 a snow-drift is a hard thing for pedestrians 

 in a hurry to travel on, and when we got 

 about ten feet from the first bear, I told my 

 companion to snowball her and see what 

 effect that would have, for she looked too 

 innocent to be finished for and dead. 

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