IN A STRAIT. 151 
ing my absence. In a moment I came to a resolution: the 
intruder must pay the penalty of his rashness, or I perish 
“in the attempt. What would that matter ?—only one more 
unknown to be added to the thousands whose eyes have 
GRIZZLY BEARS. 
closed in unknown lands, although their mothers pray un- 
ceasingly for them, and day by day look for their return. 
Reaching the camp, I found my conjectures had been 
correct: the bear had been there during my absence, turn- 
