American Big-Game Hunting 



heavy snowfall, and have trouble in getting 

 out. My intention was to have gone south 

 to Buffalo Fork, looking for bear, but this I 

 was obliged to postpone to some future date; 

 so we bade good-by to the charming little 

 park where we were camped, and journeyed 

 north, lowering our altitude many hun- 

 dred feet as we dropped down on the head 

 waters of the next creek. Its valley and 

 the surrounding mountains were as well sup- 

 plied with elk as the country from which we 

 had just come. I saw bear signs quite fre- 

 quently, and many of them fresh, but did not 

 spend much time looking for the animal, as 

 I found the usual and most successful way 

 was to bait with an elk carcass and watch 

 through the day, hoping that a bear would 

 scent the bait and come to feed on the flesh. 

 This is slow business, and I preferred more 

 activity. One night I distinctly heard the cry 

 of a mountain-lion, or panther, several times. 

 Going up Snake River, I passed within the 

 boundaries of the park, and camped one night 

 close by a little pond just under Mount Sheri- 

 dan, some two miles south of Heart Lake. As 

 I was eating my supper, half an hour before 



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