1 10 BOOK OF A HUNDRED BEARS 



again till finally you begin to smile at each other 

 and speak, and then you find that they know the 

 A's, who are particular friends of yours, and then 

 you have something in a glass with ice in it and 

 you are blood brothers. 



That was the way with Mr. G. ; we kept meeting 

 him until we just had to speak, and quite a large 

 chunk of our pleasure was their very delightful 

 companionship. Mr. G. was a college boy once 

 himself (stroke oar in one of the great boat races 

 and still has the biceps), but I fancy that about 

 all the exercise he has taken for some years is 

 signing checks. 



And here we saw our first bears. All the Park 

 hotels have a garbage pile, where the refuse from 

 the kitchen is dumped once a day, and here the 

 bears come from the woods for meals "s^ la cart." 

 The garbage place at the Fountain is some distance 

 from the hotel, and that summer a particularly 

 ugly old she-grizzly and two cubs had taken pos- 

 session of it, and it was considered unsafe to go 

 near them. Two of the soldier guards stand 

 there with their rifles and heavy service revolvers 



