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the scales at exactly 351 pounds. This was not at all heavy for 
the size of the bear. He was rather thin and in good running con- 
dition, which accounted for the long chase he had given us. He 
measured eight feet and four inches from hind claw to end of nose, 
six feet and two inches from nose to tail, forearm seventeen inches, 
and chest forty-seven inches. When fat he would probably have 
weighed nearly five hundred pounds. The width of his forefoot 
was six and a quarter inches. 
Monpay, APRIL 9, 1894: To-day I found a fresh trail of a 
medium-sized bear about five miles to the south. It was early, the 
ground was still damp, and the dogs were fresh and eager. Away 
they went in a bunch in full cry, Trip and Tige in the lead. Brown 
and Dan are down with the ‘‘ staggers,” and I miss Brown’s voice. 
I followed them the best I could, which was not very fast, as the 
scrub was thick. They ‘* jumped” the bear within five minutes of 
starting, and he ran due south, so I turned and rode for the open 
beach. Once out of the thick scrub, I galloped south for several 
miles before again taking the scrub, hoping to head the bear. After 
waiting for ten or fifteen minutes and hearing nothing of the dogs, I 
saw amanin the distance waving his hat. It was Gale, with the 
cheerful information that the bear had turned and gone north. 
Away I went up the beach to a trail some miles north of me, and as 
I neared it I heard Trip baying something, apparently all alone in a 
small hummock about half a mile away. The scrub was very thick 
and high, but, pushing my way through it I arrived within about two 
hundred yards of the spot, when, crash, away went the bear, show- 
ing himself for an instant as he dashed into a lot of high bushes, and 
I never saw him again. Ride where I would, I could not hear the 
dogs anywhere, or, rather, the dog, for Trip was the only one follow- 
ing him. The others had given it up and joined us, one after the 
other, as we rode back to the wagon. Just as I was starting home 
Trip came back to me, looking very tired and hot, and, I have no 
doubt, thoroughly disgusted. Three of the hounds have the ‘ stag- 
gers,” which often proves fatal in this climate. Their hind legs seem 
to be paralyzed, but they apparently suffer no pain. 
