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the hillside at a mad gallop. From first to 

 last it did not see or hear us, I am confident. 

 In the early morning we had seen from camp 

 a bear with a cub wandering over the samv. 

 hilltop, and as we dejectedly tramped down 

 that afternoon, we heard a cub squall in the 

 direction taken by the running bear; so I 

 have no doubt that our conqueror was a 

 female. 



Four years afterward I was hunting, during 

 August and September, on the main range of 

 the Rockies between Steamboat Springs and 

 North Park, Colorado. Bears were still there 

 in good numbers, and our party of three — Mr. 

 A. P. Proctor and Dr. John Rogers were with 

 me — secured seven of them that summer, 

 counting all sizes and colors. One of my 

 baits lay in the center of an open meadow, 

 bordering a stream which ran sharply down- 

 ward through a deep wooded valley leading 

 off the great range toward the low country on 

 the west. I had expected to watch it from a 

 spur of the forest on the side of the meadow ; 

 but on coming to inspect it one morning I 

 found that it had been picked up by a bear on 

 the previous night, dragged across the mea- 

 dow, and left on the edge of the woods at the 



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