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his master as he walked noiselessly through the 

 fragrant woods, careful not to step heavily on 

 dry twigs, scanning open spots in the chaparral 

 where the deer feed in the early morning and 

 toward sunset, peering over ridges and swells as 

 new outlooks were reached, and along alder and 

 willow fringed flats and streams, until he found 

 a young buck, killed it, tied its legs together, 

 threw it on his shoulder, and so back to camp. 

 But when bears were hunted, Sandy played an 

 important part as leader, and several times saved 

 his master's life ; and it was as a bear-hunter that 

 David Brown became famous. His method, as 

 I had it from a friend who had passed many an 

 evening in his cabin listening to his long stories 

 of adventure, was simply to take a few pounds 

 of flour and his rifle, and go slowly and silently 

 over hill and valley in the loneliest part of the 

 wilderness, until little Sandy came upon the 

 fresh track of a bear, then follow it to the death, 

 paying no heed to time. Wherever the bear 

 went he went, however rough the ground, led by 

 Sandy, who looked back from time to time to see 

 how his master was coming on, and regulated his 

 pace accordingly, never growing weary or allow- 

 ing any other track to divert him. When high 

 ground was reached a halt was made, to scan 

 the openings in every direction, and perchance 

 Bruin would be discovered sitting upright on 

 his haunches, eating manzanita berries ; pulling 



