THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 97 
brought him up, as it was brushy. But as soon as they struck open 
timber they made it hot for him again and he couldn’t make much 
headway. I gave the horn a toot and Bob answered me, only a short 
distance ahead. He waited until I caught up with him, and on we 
went. We could hear the dogs going after the bear now, and could tell 
he wasn’t making much headway. Pretty soon they came to a deep 
canyon and he made a run on them down into this, but as he came up 
on the other side we had got to the brink and could see them as they 
fought backwards and forwards, first one grabbing him by the ham and 
then the other. Now was our chance, and as he turned with his side 
to us we both fired. Down he went on his belly, clawing at the ground 
for a few minutes, then over and over he rolled down the hill, both dogs 
yanking at him as he came. We went down to where they were now 
and made the dogs quit. Both bullets had passed through behind the 
shoulders, one at least through the heart. He was a mealy nose brown 
and about as big as they generally get. We dressed him and straight- 
ened him around in good shape and started back to camp, as we knew 
it would be noon or after when we got there, and besides Trailor had 
run enough for one day. 
After going along a mile or so we came to a big swamp, and after 
passing around the head of it we were surprised to see an old bear 
and two cubs come out of the swamp and walk along slowly, biting off 
huckleberries, entirely oblivious to the fact that we were standing 
within a hundred yards of them. Our first thought was to let the 
dogs go after them, but concluded not to, as we thought they had had 
enough for one day, so we concluded to shoot the old one and let the 
dogs tree the cubs. So we both let drive at the old bear, and she ran 
a short distance and went down. Both dogs dashed out now and got 
so close to the cubs that they hardly had time to elimb before they 
were upon them. One ran away up to the top and one only went up a 
few feet, just out of reach of the dogs, which set them both wild. We 
went down and shot them out, after which we went to camp, arriving 
at 1 o’clock, tired and hungry but pretty well satisfied with our day’s 
hunt. We laid off till evening, then went out and picked a lot of 
huckleberries. 
The next day was spent in getting game and taking care of meat. 
We left old Trailor in camp for fear of another bear chase, for in those 
days you could hardly keep him from eatching a bear if you let him 
get out in the woods. 
The next day we started out and went over towards Four Mile Lake. 
About two miles from camp as we were passing along through a big 
burn, I saw lying down by a big log 125 yards from us, a big buck. He 
saw us, but did not get up, so I pulled up and blazed away and had 
the satisfaction of seeing him roll over. We started down to where he 
lay and Bob asked me where I hit him. [I told him I thought I had 
given him a quartering shot that had ranged through the heart, but 
imagine my chagrin when we got down there and I had shot him square 
between the eyes. Bob likes a joke and never let up on me the whole 
trip, but when he missed the Sugar Loaf bear I got even on him, 
believe me. The buck had nine points on one horn and ten on the 
other. After dressing and hanging him up we went on. After traveling 
a mile or more without seeing any more game we came to a small 
prairie of perhaps three or four acres, and in passing across it we 
discovered there had been a bunch of elk there. This set us wild, for 
if there was anything on earth I loved to hunt, it was elk. So we set 
to work to figure out where they had left the prairie and the direction 
they had gone. After tracking around and around for a long time we 
found where they had left the prairie on the west side and were travel- 
