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early ; but, acting on previous experience, 

 took a different position on his trail a hun- 

 dred yards from the medicine. The direction 

 of the wind forced me to take position with 

 my back to the brush from which the bear 

 would probably appear. This did not suit 

 me. On first arriving on the ground, a dark 

 object came rapidly down the mountain-side, 

 about one mile up the valley, through an 

 opening. This evidently was a bear, though 

 not apparently as large as my friend of the 

 evening before ; and I felt sure he would 

 make his appearance did he not take the 

 alarm. Lying down, protected by some sage- 

 brush, I waited patiently until the gray dusk 

 of approaching twilight, but no bear ap- 

 peared on the scene. 



Can you recall your feelings when, as a 

 boy, you passed through a graveyard at the 

 hour of dusk, thinking, with the poet, 



'T is now the very witching time of night, 



When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out 



Contagion to this world? 



With what superstitious dread you looked 

 cautiously around, expecting a hobgoblin at 



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