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The other story is that of a bear, 

 and is scarcely less remarkable. It 

 was over on the big dry, in 1878. I 

 was bringing a band of horses from 

 the Northwest. The country was in- 

 fested with hostile Indians and we 

 travelled cautiously — early in the 

 morning and late in the evening. On 

 this particular morning, at daybreak, 

 we were moving out of camp, when 2 

 of us, some distance ahead of the 

 horses, ran foul of a whole family of 

 bears — 2 old ones and 2 well grown 

 cubs. 



They were making for the plums 

 and choke cherries that grew in the 

 breaks where we had camped.. 



It was against the rules of the out-, 

 fit to shoot at anything but Indians; 

 but this was too great a temptation to 

 be withstood by any other than angels, 



and we had not yet sprouted our 

 wings. 



Four bears, " wooh "-ing like fat 

 hogs, as they crowded each other 

 among the bowlders and sage brush, 

 were just turning down the canyon. 

 While we were waiting for the horses 

 to come up, so we could explain that 

 it was not Indians we had been shoot- 

 ing, we noticed one of the old bears 

 who had escaped the hailstorm and 

 who was lumbering away across the 

 bench land, several hundred yards 

 from where we started them. I said 

 he would not run that way unless 

 badly hurt; so I made a detour to see 

 about it. I found him dead, with his 

 heart cut through and through, by a 

 45 calibre bullet. That bear ran a 

 good 300 yards, up a stiff grade, after 

 the big slug went through him. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY WM. ALLEN. 



THE PRETTY BOYS' CAMP AT EGG BEACH. 

 Highly Commended by the Judges in Recreation's Second Annual Photo Competition. 



