stances, no matter what odds. So, late in the evening, 
Jim, followed by his little dog, starts out up stream to 
a little lake. It was moonlight and dozens of deer would 
come down out of the timber in the dusk of the evening 
and later to drink. He finds a likely place and lies down 
among the willow bushes near the bank to enjoy the moon 
and wait for the game to come along. But the blasted dog 
was not content to wait, but went off to hunt something 
up and sure enough he did fall afoul of game enough, a 
regular old Rocky Mountain grizzly, and fool like didn't 
know enough to pass by and let the beast alone but fooled 
about till he got the old fellow riled. Then he began to 
think about his master and wanted to go home, but as fast 
as he retreated the bear came tearing after. So, he turned 
tail entirely and went for Jim, yelping at every jump. 
Jim, roused from his meditations by this hasty approach, 
rose to his feet just in time for the dog to pass between 
his legs and meet the grizzly face to face. But the bear 
was not looking for Jim so much as for the dog. So, he 
didn't stop for compliments, but knocked the underpinning 
from imder the flustered hunter and man and beast brought 
up in a pile together and the responsibility was shifted 
from the shoulders of the dog to those of his master and 
a rough and tumble scramble followed in which the result 
described above took place. *>) 
