A FALL-OUT WITH A GRIZZLY 356 
smiled to reassure him; his face brightened 
up instantly. 
“Vou better take a swallow of this 
brandy,” said he, uncorking a bottle, and 
placing his arm under my head he raised 
me up. I drank a swallow of the brandy 
and felt better. 
“Did you know I had to leave you here 
alone and go back to Herriman’s ranch?” 
he inquired. f 
“Yes, I thought so when I discovered 
this pen built up around me,” I answered. 
“You see, when I found I couldn’t 
bring you to, I was afraid you would die, 
and as I couldn’t do any more for you 
alone, I built this pen around you, and then 
made pretty lively tracks for Herriman’s 
and he and two of his men are here with a 
stretcher. We’ll soon have you back there.” 
While Joe was talking the other men 
had taken away the pen, and soon they 
had me on the stretcher. They took turns, 
two and two, in carrying me over the steep 
hills and deep gulches to Herriman’s ranch, 
a journey of about ten miles. When we 
reached there at two o’clock in the after- 
noon, I was again unconscious. But I 
rallied soon and, no bones being broken, 
I had a good chance for recovery. 
The next day Joe started back to Tarryall 
with the hotel keeper’s boys and the camp- 
ing outfit, but three days after he was back 
again, and he stayed with me until I was able 
to go back with him, which was nearly six 
weeks. 
Joe’s account of how he was treed by 
the grizzly was as follows: 
“When I crossed the gorge to the big 
re) 
rock,” said he, ‘‘I found the old ram 
you had shot lying there all right, and 
going up the ridge I discovered the grove 
of spruce at the head of the gulch and 
thought I would take a look through it 
for the sheep I shot at. But I went to the 
head of the gulch without seeing anything. 
And, sir, as I turned about, blamed if I 
didn’t find myself face to face with old 
Ephraim, who raised up on his hind 
legs the moment I turned around. I 
wasn’t more than twenty feet away from 
him when I fired, and though I know I 
put a ball clear through him, it only made 
him furious. I’d seen a mad _ grizzly 
before, so I shinned up a tree. But I was 
not quite quick enough, for he made a 
grab for me, ripped the slack out of my 
breeches and knocked my gun out of my 
hand. 
“Then I planned the campaign against 
him just as it worked until he shook you 
out of the tree. When he did that, I made 
some of the quickest motions of my life in 
getting down and loading my gun, but he 
knocked you over before I had it loaded, 
and I gave you up for a dead boy. As I. 
sprang forward to get a shot, I was sur- 
prised to’see the bear go over the brink 
of the gulch of his own accord, and when 
I saw him again he was on that little ledge 
below and seemed to be looking over the 
edge. I didn’t know he had hold of you 
and shot him through the head. 
“T should say it was fully fifty feet that 
you and that grizzly fell, and if you hadn’t 
lit on top of him it would have killed you 
sure.” 

