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furiously. I told the other man to have his gun ready; that I would 
go up and meet the man; that if he should see anything wrong he should 
shoot. I rose and walked toward the man. As I rose the man ran, 
and as it was moonlight we knew from his running that he was a 
Scalped-Man. We had heard of this man wearing a wolf hide, so we 
let him go, and we went back to our camp. I told my friend that he 
could sleep and I would watch the rest of the night, for I could not go 
to sleep. The next morning, while I was dishing out some pemmican, 
I told my friend that I had always tad a liking for bears; and that I 
would like to see one. He promised to let me see one. | 
After we had eaten a bite we went on further west. We found 
some deer. My friend thought that he, being an experienced hunter, 
could kill where others could not. He shot at the deer several times, 
but he never killed any. He was discouraged. We saw a deer at a 
distance. I then asked if I might try my luck on this fine deer. He 
allowed me to shoot at it. We were out of meat, and I was very hungry 
for fresh meat. As I neared the deer I crawled up to it and shot it. 
I broke both of its hind legs, so that it could not run. We killed it, 
then went into camp again. That night we had to watch, for we were 
now in a country where there were many rattlesnakes. The next — 
morning we went further west into canyons, where we had to watch 
every step we took, for there were many rattlesnakes. The other man 
did not seem to care about them, but I did. I would not go any fur- 
ther, for I was afraid of snakes. I returned to our camp. I heard sev- 
eral shots, and after a while I saw my friend coming. He had killed 
three deer. We took our ponies and brought the meat to our camp. 
The next day we started for home. On our way home I saw at long 
distance what seemed to be a horse. I told my friend. As we went 
nearer to the supposed horse I saw that it stood up like a man. I told 
my friend about it. He looked, and said that it was a bear, saying, 
“Here is a chance for you to see a bear.”’ We now unloaded our ponies. 
He told me to remain behind with the meat and his pony, for he rode 
my pony, taking his rifle with him. I saw him coming back, for the 
bear was now after him. The bear ran back, and I saw a young bear 
sitting at a distance. The bear got to its young and embraced it, as 
much as to say, “My child, we are lost.” Then my man went for it 
again. He shot at it, but still the bear would run after him. Finally 
the man ran the bear towards me, and I got upon the pony’s back-and 
I had to whip the pony hard to make it go. I felt scared, for if the bear 
had kept on after me it would have got me. The bear ran back to its 
young, so I felt safe. My friend now attacked the bear, and he shot 
