230 The Mammals of Colorado 
watching there was only one small Black Bear, a yearling ap- 
parently, feeding, and him we promptly christened " Johnny 
Bear" after Thompson Seton's story. But very soon a big 
Grizzly came out of the woods directly back of the dump, 
and Johnny promptly vacated, hovering about the edges, 
and beating a hasty retreat every time the big bear looked 
his way. This went on some little time, ten or fifteen minutes 
perhaps, when another Grizzly came out of the woods just 
to one side of the dump and stood an instant looking about. 
Then Grizzly No. i turned and looked at him, and as if at 
a signal started for No. 2, who in his turn started off at his 
best pace along the open ground at the edge of the timber. 
One would not have supposed those clumsy-looking animals 
could travel as fast as they did, sprinting along and stirring 
up as much dust as a four-horse team. We watched them 
out of sight, shaking with laughter at the spectacle. As for 
Johnny Bear, the moment the Grizzly vacated he took 
possession and straightway began to make up for lost time. 
Going back to camp we passed the boarding-house of the 
stage drivers and stable hands of the Transportation Com- 
pany. It was then about dusk, but seeing a bear or two 
about the kitchen door we stopped to watch, and presently 
there seemed to be so many bears moving around that place 
that I thought it wise to leave, fearing one of us might 
bump up against a bear in the dark and get into trouble. 
It was at the Canon that we had the most interesting and 
exciting time with the creatures. For the benefit of those 
readers who have been in the Park, I will say that our camp 
was on the opposite side of the road going toward Norris 
Basin from the "Wylie Camp," and a hundred or two yards 
farther away from the Cafion. We had in our outfit two 
wagons, one a canvas-covered spring wagon in which we rode, 
and the "chuck wagon" for supplies and camp outfit. This 
latter was an ordinary hea\7 wagon with bows, and sheet 
