Camping and Hunting in the Shoshone 



a rector of a New York church so to be), 

 when a mighty rumpus arose from the 

 edge of the dark woods where our horses 

 were lariatted, two or three hundred yards 

 below. On his way upward, a big grizzly 

 had been joined by a relative or acquaint- 

 ance (history will never say which) ; and, 

 as ill-luck would have it, they both came 

 suddenly on the horses, hidden and se- 

 curely tied in a little hollow. From where 

 I sat I could see nothing; but running down 

 a few yards I came in sight of two sturdy 

 fellows surveying our plunging nags, as 

 for one moment they evidently held a hur- 

 ried consultation. The conclusion they 

 arrived at was that they were out for veni- 

 son, not for horse-flesh, especially when 

 there was more than a suspicion of a dan- 

 gerous smell around ; in brief, they struck 

 our trail, and scented the saddle, and so in 

 an instant were oif. Of course, we had 

 settled on a spot toward which the wind 

 blew from the ravine (Frank was a quarter 

 of a mile away on the other side of the 

 prairie) ; for bears almost always come up 

 at evening from the deepest hiding-places ; 

 and these bears ran off, quartering up- 

 wind, giving me a long, running shot, as 

 they made great time among the tall, rank 

 grass and flowers. 



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