American Big-Game Hunting 



same evening — one of them the bear that I 

 was after — caused me to forget fatigue and 

 fog, and with a light heart Pike was mounted 

 and the mountain ascended. A thick fog 

 soon enveloped us, so that nothing could be 

 seen beyond a hundred feet. Pike and I 

 soon disagreed as to the direction, but I in- 

 sisted on my way. After going a half-mile 

 and getting into some rough ground, it was 

 evident that I was wrong and completely 

 befogged. The rein was then given to Pike, 

 and he turned squarely to the left, and, 

 having gone 600 yards over some pretty 

 rough ground, he came to the head of the 

 game-trail leading down the mountain, and 

 which we had several times traveled. Pike 

 had his way the balance of the ride, and after 

 passing across the drainage for two miles we 

 got below the fog, and by ten o'clock we 

 were once more at home. 



As an indication of the labor usually un- 

 dergone in hunting this bear, it is stated that 

 seventy-five miles were traveled (one half of 

 which was in the night) before the first shot, 

 and one hundred and five miles before killing 

 the three. I have since traveled more than 



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