Billy, the Dog That Made Good 
Grizzly would surely come back for his next meal. 
Yes, an ordinary Grizzly would, but Reelfoot was 
an extraordinary animal. Just because it was 
the Bear fashion to come again soon, he might not 
return for a week. Yancy set a huge trap by this 
“kill” but he also sought out the kill of a week 
gone by, five miles away, and set by that another 
gaping pair of grinning cast steel jaws. 
Then all retired to the hospitable ranch house, 
where Turk succeeded in mangling a light-weight 
sheep-dog and Silly Billy had to be rescued from 
a milky drowning in the churn. 
Who that knows the Grizzly will be surprised to 
hear that that night brought the hunters nothing, 
and the next was blank? But the third morning 
showed that the huge brute had come in craftiness 
to his older kill. 
I shall not forget the thrills of the time. We had 
passed the recent carcass near the ranch. It lay 
untouched and little changed. We rode on the 
five miles to the next. And before we were near 
we felt there was something doing, the dogs seemed 
pricked up, there was some sensation in the air. 
T could see nothing, but, while yet a hundred yards 
away, Bob was exulting, “A catch this time sure 
enough.” 
Dogs and horses all were inspired. The Terrible 
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