The Crossing first time, came to meet me. The camp was about 
Mountains— 
The Grizzly 
Bear 
three miles away. We reached it that evening, hav- 
ing seen on the way a grizzly bear that ran away 
from us. The camp was on Smith’s Fork, the first 
water on the northwestern slope, which direction we 
followed from now on. The character of the country 
remained substantially the same. We had constantly 
dense pine forests about us; but the cottonwoods had 
disappeared. On the fifth day we reached Thomas 
Fork, on whose banks great quantities of pure, good- 
tasting common salt were lying. Most of us took 
along a supply. Such deposits of salt are said to 
occur at several other places in the mountains; so this 
most precious of condiments is not very dear there. 
At noon next day we reached Tullick’s Fork. On the 
road a grizzly bear was shot. As this dreaded ani- 
mal will cut a figure several times in the adventures 
of our journey, I will here add some remarks about it. 
The grizzly bear (Ursus horribilis, Ord.) is dis- 
tinguished from other members of the bear family 
by the almost straight profile of his face and by his 
longer claws. The hair, short on the forehead and 
long and thick on the rest of the body, shows a pe- 
culiar mixture of white, brown and black, with many > 
shadings. The ears are short and rounded; the fore- 
head somewhat convex. The eyes are very small. 
The short tail is hidden in the shaggy hair. The 
curved claws are three to five inches long. The 
whole length of the full grown bear is about ten 
feet; his height, three to four feet; his weight, seven 
