142 BOOK OF A HUNDRED BEARS 



We saw two bears, that had been fishing in the 

 shallow water along the shore, scramble to cover 

 when they saw us, and, at last, we saw the Lake 

 Hotel. To my mind, this is the most comfortable 

 spot in the Park. It faces one entire length of 

 the lake, is thoroughly modern in every way, 

 delightfully kept, and I would have willingly 

 lingered there longer. 



We had barely arrived when the porter 

 informed us that it was feeding time, and we 

 started for the bears. You go around the back of 

 the hotel, past the meat house that is really a 

 vault, logged and timbered and double locked to 

 keep out the bears, follow a little road through 

 thick woods and strike an open glade where the 

 bears come to eat. 



We were early, but one old mother bear had 

 brought her cub down to be duly in time. It was 

 quite apparent, later, that this cub was not a 

 favorite. He was perhaps a year old, a whiney, 

 disagreeable thing, constantly starting rows, and 

 he looked to his mother to take care of him. 

 Twice he had to climb a tree to get away from 



