HOW SOME TENDERFEET HUNT BEAR. 



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grizzly, leaving the author high and dry. 

 He staid up the tree nearly an hour. Then 

 he got tired of his perch, came down off 

 it and ran like a scared cat to camp, where 

 he arrived out of breath. Between gasps 

 he told the man who had been left in charge, 

 what had happened. When he got cooled 

 down a little, he said he was afraid the 

 bear would turn on the boys and kill them. 



"If they don't come back soon, we must 

 go down that way and holler for them." 



Finally the hunters returned and report- 

 ed that they had killed the bear and hung 

 it up. The old packer who had staid in 

 camp, said it could not have been a big 

 grizzly or they could not have hung it up. 



"Yes," they said, "it is an immense one." 

 one." 



"All right, we will go out and skin him," 

 said the packer. 



They had some trouble in coaxing the 

 literary man to go with them. He said he 

 was afraid the bear might come to life by 

 the time they got to him. However, the 

 men prevailed on the writer to accompany 

 them. When they got in sight of the game 

 the old packer said to the literary man, 



"Well, that's the first grizzly I ever saw 

 that had horns." 



"By gum," said the writer, "it has horns, 

 hasn't it?" And as they got nearer to the 

 animal they found it was a big, white goat. 



For weeks after that the literary hunter 

 did not like to talk about grizzlies. 



Two Chicago men went out West on the 

 same errand as the other fellows. They 

 were both anxious to kill bear, and though 

 they had previously hunted nothing larger 

 than deer, and no farther West than Mich- 

 igan, they felt sure they were equal to any 

 grizzly that ever came down the pike. 

 They employed 3 guides and plenty of 

 horses. They outfitted liberally and went 

 high up among the snow slides where they 

 were told bear were numerous. The 

 guides proved a scurvy lot and after 2 days 

 of inefficient, weak efforts at finding game, 

 told the tourists they did not believe there 

 were any bears in the country at that time. 

 They advised an early return to the rail- 



road and a trip in another direction. The 

 tenderfeet agreed to this suggestion and the 

 next morning camp was broken. 



Meantime rain set in and the conditions 

 rendered it likely that snow would soon 

 follow. The guides led the outfit up the 

 side of a mountain, near timber line, where 

 they advised the hunters to wait until they 

 (the guides) could look up a short cut to 

 the railway station. The hunters halted 

 and the guides lit out. They found the 

 short cut easily enough and rode directly 

 into town, some 15 miles away. The pack- 

 er undertook to follow with the pack train, 

 but did not find the trail the guides had 

 taken. He then headed for another trail 

 he knew of, but a much longer one. By 

 that road it took him 2 days to reach the 

 railway. 



The poor, shivering tenderfeet were left 

 on the mountain with only their saddle 

 blankets and the bit of lunch they were 

 carrying in their pockets. They spent a 

 miserable night at timber line, in a cold 

 rain, and had great difficulty in keeping 

 their fire and themselves alive. Late in the 

 evening the owner of the horses found the 

 3 guides in a saloon, drinking beer and 

 having a high old time. He rounded them 

 up, threatened to kill them, and on learn- 

 ing where they had left the hunters, em- 

 ployed another man and started him early 

 the next morning to rescue the hunters. 



The new guide found the poor fellows 

 shivering around a small fire. Though 

 they had been away from their guides less 

 than 24 hours, they had already killed one 

 of their saddle horses and one of the men 

 sat by the fire toasting a piece of quiver- 

 ing horse flesh on a forked stick. One of 

 the hunters had lost a good shot gun, and 

 they had hung up the saddle belonging to 

 the dead horse, and had entirely forgotten 

 where it was. All 3 of the men hunted for 

 it but could not find it, and finally aban- 

 doned it. Both saddle and shot gun are 

 somewhere among the rocks in that, vicin- 

 ity, and the hunters say any man who will 

 find them may have them. The men are 

 sore on bear hunting and say they do not 

 care to kill any more. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY G. C. WARNER. 



HAWK EGGS. 

 Winner of 46th Prize in Recreation's 8th Annual Photo Competition. 



