EVERY BOY'S LIBRARY BOY SCOUT EDITION rHEBIOGRAPHYOFA GRIZZLY IS Drawings ERNEST THOMPSON SETON * lofiheS&ndhillSf&g Wild Animals! H*ve Known of Animus Published by Grossct & Dunlap, New York Copyright, 1899, 1900, by The Century Co. Copyright, 1900, by Ernest Se ton-Thompson. First Impression Ap ri , 1900 Sixth Impression May 1903 Eleventh Impression November 1 1912 Second Impression November 26 1900 Seventh Impression May 10 1904 Twelfth Impression September 29 1914 Third I mpression January 1901 Eighth Impression February 1906 Thirteenth Impression October 11 1916 Fourth Impression June 20 1901 Ninth Impression October 4 1907 Fourteenth Impression January 29 1918 Fifth Impression April 1902 Tenth Impression June 1910 Fifteenth Impression June 1919 College Library This Book is dedicated to the memory of the days spent at the Palette Ranch on the Gray- bull, where from hunter, miner, personal experience, and the host himself, I gathered many chapters of the History of Wahb. 1G60070 In this Book the designs for title- page, cover, and general make- up, were done by Mrs. Grace Gallatin Thompson Seton. List of Full- Page Drawings r* Pa^e They all Rushed Under it like a Lot of Little Pigs 14 Like Children Playing 'Hands'. . . 18 He Stayed in the Tree till near Morn- ing .... 32 A Savage Bobcat . . . Warned Him to go Back 44 Wahb Yelled and Jerked Back . . 50 He Struck one Fearful, Crushing Blow 74 Ain't He an Awful Size, Though? . . 90 Wahb Smashed His Skull .... 102 Causing the Pool to Overflow . . .113 He Deliberately Stood up on the Pine Root 142 The Roachback Fled into the Woods. 150 He Paused a Moment at the Gate . 165 PART I THE CUBHOOD OF WAHB I was born over a score of years ago, away up in the wild- est part of the wild West, on the head of the Little Piney, above where the Palette Ranch is now. His Motherwas just an ordinary Silvertip, living the quiet life that all Bears prefer, minding her own business and doing her duty by her family, asking no favors of any one excepting to let her alone. It was July before she took her remarkable family down the Little Piney to the Graybull, and showed them what strawberries were, and where to find them. Notwithstanding their Mother's deep conviction, the cubs were not remarkably big or bright; yet they were a remarkable family, for there were four of them, and it is not often a Grizzly Mother can boast of more than two. The woolly-coated little crea- tures were having a fine time, and reveled in the lovely mountain sum- mer and the abundance of good things. Their Mother turned over each log and flat stone they came to, and the moment it was lifted they all rushed under it like a lot "THEY ALL RUSHED UNDER IT LIKE A LOT OF LITTLE PIGS.' of little pigs to lick up the ants and grubs there hidden. It never once occurred to them that Mammy's strength might fail sometime, and let the great rock drop just as they got under it; nor would any one have thought so that might have Chanced to see that huge arm and that shoulder sliding about under the great yel- low robe she wore. No, no; that arm could never fail. The little ones were quite right. So they hustled and tumbled one another at each fresh log in their haste to be first, and squealed little squeals, and growled little growls, as if each was a pig, a pup, and a kitten all rolled into one. They were well acquainted with the common little brown ants that harbor under logs in the uplands, but now they came for the first time on one of the hills of the great, fat, luscious Wood-ant, and they all crowded around to lick up those that ran out. But they soon found that they were licking up more cac- tus-prickles and sand than ants, till their Mother said in Grizzly, " Let me show you how." She knocked off the top of the hill, then laid her great paw flat on it for a few moments, and as the angry ants swarmed on to it she licked them up with one lick, and got a good rich mouthful to crunch, without a grain of sand or a cactus- stinger in it. The cubs soon learned. Each put up both his little brown paws, so that there was a ring of paws all around the ant-hill, and ,w "LIKE CHILDREN PLAYING 'HANDS." there they sat, like children playing 1 hands/ and each licked first the right and then the left paw, or one cuffed his brother's ears for licking a paw that was not his own, till the ant-hill was cleared out and they were ready for a change. Ants are sour food and made the Bears thirsty, so the old one led down to the river. After they had drunk as much as they wanted, and dabbled their feet, they walked down the bank to a pool, where the old one's keen eye caught sight of a number of Buffalo-fish basking on the bottom. The water was very low, mere pebbly rapids between these deep holes, so Mammy said to the little ones: " Now you all sit there on the bank and learn something new." First she went to the lower end * fft of the pool and stirred up a cloud of mud which hung in the still water, and sent a long tail floating like a curtain over the rapids just below. Then she went quietly round by land, and sprang into the upper end of the pool with all the noise she could. The fish had crowded to that end, but this sud- den attack sent them off in a panic, and they dashed blindly into the mud-cloud. Out of fifty fish there is always a good chance of some being fools, and half a dozen of these dashed through the darkened water into the current, and before they knew it they were struggling over the shingly shallow. 1 The old Grizzly jerked them out to the bank, and the little ones rushed noisily on these funny, short snakes that could not get away, and gob- bled and gorged till their little bellies looked like balloons. They had eaten so much now, and the sun was so hot, that all were quite sleepy. So the Mother- bear led them to a quiet little nook, and as soon as she lay down, though they were puffing with heat, they all snuggled around her and went to sleep, with their little brown paws curled in, and their little black noses tucked into their wool as though it were a very cold day. After an hour or two they began to yawn and stretch themselves, except little Fuzz, the smallest; she poked out her sharp nose for a moment, then snuggled back be- tween her Mother's great arms, for she was a gentle, petted little thing. The largest, the one after- ward known as Wahb, sprawled over on his back and began to worry a root that stuck up, grum- bling to himself as he chewed it, or slapped it with his paw for not staying where he wanted it. Pres- ently Mooney, the mischief, began tugging at Frizzle's ears, and got his own well boxed. They clenched for a tussle; then, locked in a tight, little grizzly yellow ball, they sprawled over and over on th e grass, and, before they knew it, down a bank, and away out of sight toward the river. Almost immediately there was an outcry of yells for help from the little wrestlers. There could be no mistaking the real terror in their voices. Some dreadful danger was threatening. Up jumped the gentle Mother, changed into a perfect demon, and over the bank in time to see a huge Range-bull make a deadly charge at what he doubtless took for a yel- low dog. In a moment all would have been over with Frizzle, for he had missed his footing on the bank; but there was a thumping of heavy feet, a roar that startled even the great Bull, and, like a huge bound- ing ball of yellow fur, Mother Griz- zly was upon him. Him ! the mon- arch of the herd, the master of all these plains, what had he to fear? He bellowed his deep war-cry, and charged to pin the old one to the bank; but as he bent to tear her with his shining horns, she dealt him a stunning blow, and before he could recover she was on his shoul- ders, raking the flesh from his ribs with sweep after sweep of her ter- rific claws. The Bull roared with rage, and plunged and reared, dragging Mo- ther Grizzly with him; then, as he hurled heavily off the slope> she let go to save herself, and the Bull rolled down into the river. This was a lucky thing for him, for the Grizzly did not want to fol- low him there ; so he waded out on the other side, and bellowing with fury and pain, slunk off to join the herd to which he belonged. D Colonel Pickett, the cattle king, was out riding the range. The night before, he had seen the new- moon descending over the white cone of Pickett's Peak. " I saw the last moon over Frank's Peak," said he, " and the luck was against me for a month; now I reckon it's my turn." Next morning his luck began. A letter came from Washington granting bis request that a post- office be established at his ranch, and contained the polite inquiry, "What name do you suggest for the new post-office?" The Colonel took down his new rifle, a 45-90 repeater. " May as well," he said ; "this is my month " ; and he rode up the Graybull to see how the cattle were doing. , As he passed underthe Rimrock Mountain he heard a far-away roar- ing as of Bulls fighting, but thought nothing of it till he rounded the point and saw on the flat below a lot of his cattle pawing the dust and bellowing as they always do when they smell the blood of one of their number. He soon saw that the great Bull, * the boss of the bunch.* was covered with blood. His back and sides were torn as by a Moun- tain-lion, and his head was battered as by another Bull. " Grizzly/' growled the Colonel, for he knew the mountains. He quickly noted the general direction of the Bull's back trail, then rode toward a high bank that offered a view. This was across the gravelly ford of the Graybull, near the mouth of the Piney. His horse splashed through the cold water and began jerkily to climb the other bank. As soon as the rider's head rose above the bank his hand grabbed the rifle, for there in full sight were five Grizzly Bears, an old one and four cubs. " Run for the woods, Tt growled the Mother Grizzly, for she knew that men carried guns. Not that she feared for herself; but the idea of such things among her darlings was too horrible to think of. She set off to guide them to the timber- tangle on the Lower Piney. But an awful, murderous fusillade be- gan. ^QA^O; I 'EARS went by. Wahb grew no big- ger, there was no need for that, but he got whiter, cross- er, and more dangerous. He really had an enormous range now. Each spring, after the winter storms had removed his notice-boards, he went around and renewed them. It was natural to do so, for, first of all, the scarcity of food compelled him to travel all over the range. There were lots of clay wallows at that season, and the itching of his skin, as the winter coat began to shed, made the dressing of cool, wet clay very pleasant, and the exquisite pain of a good scratch- ing was one of the finest pleasures he knew. So, whatever his motive, the result was the same: the signs were renewed each spring. At length the Palette Ranch out- fit appeared on the Lower Piney, and the men got acquainted with the 'ugly old fellow.' The Cow- punchers, when they saw him, de- cided they 'had n't lost any Bears and they had better keep out of his way and lethim mind his business.' They did not often see him, al- though his tracks and sign-boards were everywhere. But the owner of this outfit, a born hunter, took a keen interest in Wahb. He learned something of the old Bear's his- tory from Colonel Pickett, and found out for himself more than the colonel ever knew. He learned that Wahb ranged as far south as the Upper Wiggins Fork and north to the Stinking Water, and from the Meteetsee to the Shoshones. He found that Wahb knew more about Bear-traps than most trap- pers do; that he either passed them by or tore open the other end of the bait-pen and dragged out the bait without going near the trap, and by accident or design Wahb some- times sprang the trap with one of the logs that formed the pen. This ranch-owner found also that Wahb disappeared from his range each year during the heat of the summer, as completely as he did each win- ter during his sleep. II 'ANY years ago a wise government set aside the head wa- ters of the Yellow- stone to be a sanc- tuary of wild life forever. In the limits of this great Wonderland the ideal of the Royal Singer was to be realized, and none were to harm or make afraid. No violence was to be offered to any bird or beast, no ax was to be carried into its primi- tive forests, and the streams were to flow on forever unpolluted by mill or mine. All things were to bear witness that such as this was the West before the white man came. The wild animals quickly found out all this. They soon learned the boundaries of this unfenced Park, and, as every one knows, they show a different nature within its sacred limits. They no longer shun the face of man, they neither fear nor attack him, and they are even more tolerant of one another in this land of refuge. Peace and plenty are the sum of earthly good; so, finding them here, the wild creatures crowd into the Park from the surround- ing country in numbers not else- where to be seen. The Bears are especially nu- merous about the Fountain Ho- tel. In the woods, a quarter of a mile away, is a smooth open place where the steward of the hotel has all the broken and waste food put out daily for the Bears, and the man whose work it is has become the Steward of the Bears' Banquet. Each day it is spread, and each year there are more Bears to par- take of it. It is a common thing now to see a dozen Bears feast- ing there at one time. They are of all kinds Black, Brown, Cin- namon, Grizzly, Silvertip, Roach- backs, big and small, families and rangers, from all parts of the vast surrounding country. All seem to realize that in the Park no vio- lence is allowed, and the most fe- rocious of them have here put on a new behavior. Although scores of Bears roam about this choice re- sort, and sometimes quarrel among themselves, not one of them has ever yet harmed a man. Year after year they have come and gone. The passing travellers see them. The men of the hotel know many of them well. They know that they show up each sum- mer during the short season when the hotel is in use, and that they disappear again, no man knowing whence they come or whither they One day the owner of the Palette Ranch came through the Park. During his stay at the Fountain Hotel, he went to the Bear ban- quet-hall at high meal-tide. There were several Blackbears feasting, but they made way for a huge Silvertip Grizzly that came about sundown. "That, 11 said the man who was acting as guide, "is the biggest Grizzly in the Park; but he is a peaceable sort, or Lud knows what r d happen/' " That ! TT said the ranchman, in astonishment, as the Grizzly came hulking nearer, and loomed up like a load of hay among the piney pillars of the Banquet Hall. " That! If that is not Meteetsee Wahb, I never saw a Bear in my life ! Why, that is the worst Grizzly that ever rolled a log in the Big Horn Basin." "It ain't possible/' said the other, "for he T s here every sum- mer, July and August, an' I reckon he don't live so far away." "Well, that settles it," said the ranchman; "July and August is just the time we miss him on the range ; and you can see for yourself that he is a little lame behind and has lost a claw of his left front foot. Now I know where he puts in his summers; but I did not sup- pose that the old reprobate would know enough to behave himself away from home." The big Grizzly became very well known during the successive hotel seasons. Once only did he really behave ill, and that was the first season he appeared, before he fully knew the ways of the Park. He wandered over to the hotel, one day, and in at the front door. In the hall he reared up his eight feet of stature as the guests fled in terror ; then he went into the clerk's office. The man said: " All right; if you need this office more than I do, you can have it," and leaping over the counter, locked himself in the telegraph -off ice, to wire the superintendent of the Park : " Old Grizzly in the office now, seems to want to run hotel; may we shoot?" The reply came: "No shooting allowed in Park; use the hose." Which they did, and, wholly taken by surprise, the Bear leaped over the counter too, and ambled out the back way, with a heavy thud- thudding of his feet, and a rattling of his claws on the floor. He passed through the kitchen as he went, and, picking up a quarter of beef, took it along. This was the only time he was known to do ill, though on one oc- casion he was led into a breach of the peace by another Bear. This was a large she-Blackbear and a noted mischief-maker. She had a wretched, sickly cub that she was very proud of so proud that she went out of her way to seek trouble on his behalf. And he, like all spoiled children, was the cause of much bad feeling. She was so big and fierce that she fk#, could bully all the other Black- bears, but when she tried to drive off old Wahb she received a pat from his paw that sent her tumbling like a football. He followed her up, and would have killed her, for she had broken the peace of the Park, but she escaped by climbing a tree, from the top of which her miserable little cub was apprehen- sively squealing at the pitch of his voice. So the affair was ended; in future the Blackbear kept out of Wahb's way, and he won the repu- tation of being a peaceable, well- behaved Bear. Most persons be- lieved that he came from some remote mountains where were neither guns nor traps to make him sullen and revengeful. Ill ,VERY one knows that a Bitter-root Grizzly is a bad Bear. The Bitter- root Range is the roughest part of the mountains. The ground is everywhere cut up with deep ravines and overgrown with dense and tangled under- brush. It is an impossible country for horses, and difficult for gunners, and there is any amount of good Bear-pasture. So there are plenty of Bears and plenty of trappers. The Roachbacks, as the Bitter- root Grizzlies are called, are a cunning and desperate race. An old Roachback knows more about traps than half a dozen ordinary trappers; he knows more about plants and roots than a whole col- lege of botanists. He can tell to a certainty just when and where to find each kind of grub and worm, and he knows by a whiff whether the hunter on his trail a mile away is working with guns, poison, dogs, traps, or all of them together. And he has one general rule, which is an endless puzzle to the hunter: 'Whatever you decide to do, do it quickly and follow it right up.' So when a trapper and a Roachback meet, the Bear at once makes up his mind to run away as hard as he can, or to rush at the man and fight to a finish. The Grizzlies of the Bad Lands did not do this : they used to stand on their dignity and growl like a thunder-storm, and so gave the hunters a chance to play their deadly lightning; and lightning is wors i than thunder any day. Men can get used to growls that rumble along the ground and up one's legs to ihz little house where one's courage lives; but Bears cannot get used to 4590 soft-nosed bul- lets, and that is why the Grizzlies of the Bad Lands were all killed off. So the hunters have learned that they never know what a Roachback will do; but they do know that he is going to be quick about it. Altogether these Bitter-root Grizzlies have solved very well the problem of life, in spite of white men, and are therefore in- creasing in their own wild moun- tains. Of course a range will hold only so many Bears, and the increase is crowded out; so that when that slim young Bald-faced Roachback found he could not hold the range he wanted, he went out perforce t seek his fortune in the world. He was not a big Bear, or e would not have been crowded < it; but he had been trained in a good school, so that he was cunning enough to get on very well else- where. How he wandered down to the Salmon River Mountains and did not like them; how he traveled till he got among the barb- wire fences of the Snake Plains and of course could not stay there ; how a mere chance turned him from going eastward to the Park, where he might have rested; how he made for the Snake River Mountains and found more hunters than berries; how he crossed into the Tetons and looked down with disgust on the teeming man colony of Jackson's Hole, does not belong to this history of Wahb. But when Baldy Roachback crossed theGros Ventre Range and over the Wind River Divide to the head of the Graybull, he does come into the story, just as he did into the coun- try and the life of the Meteetsee Grizzly. The Roachback had not found a man-sign since he left Jackson's Hole, and here he was in a land of plenty of food. He feasted on all the delicacies of the season, and enjoyed the easy, brushless coun- try till he came on one of Wahb's sign-posts. " Trespassers beware!" it said in the plainest manner. The Roachback reared up against it. "Thunder! whataBear!" The nose-mark was a head and neck above Baldy's highest reach. Now, a simple Bear would have gone quietly away after this discovery; but Baldy felt that the mountains owed him a living, and here was a good one if he could keep out of the way of the big fellow. He nosed about the place, kept a sharp lookout for the present owner, and went on feeding wherever he ran across a good thing. A step or two from this ominous tree was an old pine stump. In the Bitter-roots there are often mice- nests under such stumps, and Baldy jerked it over to see. There was nothing. The stump rolled over against the sign-post. Baldy had not yet made up his mind about it; but a new notion came into his cunning brain. He turned 'HE DELIBERATELY STOOD UP ON THE PINE ROOT. his head on this side, then on that. He looked at the stump, then at the sign, with his little pig-like eyes. Then he deliberately stood up on the pine root, with his back to the tree, and put his mark away up, a head at least above that of Wahb. He rubbed bis back long and hard, and he sought some mud to smear his head and shoul- ders, then came back and made the mark so big, so strong, and so high, and emphasized it with such claw-gashes in the bark, that it could be read only in one way a challenge to the present claimant from some monstrous invader, who was ready, nay anxious, to fight to a finish for this desirable range. Maybe it was accident and may- be design, but when the Roach - back jumped from the root it rolled to one side. Baldy went on down the canon, keeping the keenest lookout for his enemy. It was not Ions* before Wahb found the trail of the interloper, and all the ferocity of his outside- the-Park nature was aroused. He followed the trail for miles on more than one occasion. But the small Bear was quick-footed as well as quick-witted, and never showed himself. He made a point, however, of calling at each sign- post, and if there was any means of cheating, so that his mark might be put higher, he did it with a vim, and left a big, showy record. But if there was no chance for any but a fair register, he would not go near the tree, but looked for a fresh tree near by with some log or side- ledge to reach from. Thus Wahb soon found the in- terloper's marks towering far above his own a monstrous Bear evi- dently, that even he could not be sure of mastering. But Wahb was no coward. He was ready to fight to a finish any one that might come ; and he hunted the range for that invader. Day after day Wahb sought for him and held himself ready to fight. He found his trail daily, and more and more often he found that towering record far above his own. He often smelled him on the wind; but he never saw him, for the old Grizzly's eyes had grown very dim of late years; things but a little way off were mere blurs to him. The continual menace could not but fill Wahb with uneasiness, for he was not young now, and his teeth and claws were worn and blunted. He was more than ever troubled with pains in his old wounds, and though he could have risen on the spur of the moment to fight any number of Grizzlies of any size, still the con- tinual apprehension, the knowledge that he must hold himself ready at any moment to fight this young monster, weighed on his spirits and began to tell on his general health. IV HE Roachback's life was one of contin- ual vigilance, always ready to run, doub- ling and shifting to avoid the encounter thatmust mean instant death to him. Many a time from some hiding-place he watched the great Bear, and trembled lest the wind should betray him. Sev- eral times his very impudence saved him, and more than once he was nearly cornered in a box- canon. Once he escaped only by climbing up a long crack in a cliff, which Wahb's huge frame could not have entered. But still, in a mad persistence, he kept on mark- ing the trees farther into the range. At last he scented and followed up the sulphur-bath. He did not understand it at all. It had no ap- peal to him, but hereabouts were the tracks of the owner. In a spirit of mischief the Roachback scratched dirt into the spring, and then seeing the rubbing-tree, he stood sidewise on the rocky ledge, and was thus able to put his mark fully five feet above that of Wahb. Then he nervously jumped down, and was running about, defiling the bath and keeping a sharp lookout, THE ROACHBACK FLED INTO THE WOODS. when he heard a noise in the woods below. Instantly he was all alert. The sound drew near, then the wind brought the sure proof, and the Roachback, in terror, turned and fled into the woods. It was Wahb. He had been failing in health of late; his old pains were on him again, and, as well as his hind leg, had seized his right shoulder, where were still lodged two rifle-balls. He was feeling very ill, and crippled with pain. He came up the familiar bank at a jerky limp, and there caught the odor of the foe; then he saw the track in the mud his eyes said the track of a small Bear, but his eyes were dim now, and his nose, his unerring nose, said, "This is the track of the huge in- vader/' Then he noticed the tree with his sign on it t and there be- yond doubt was the stranger's mark far above his own. His eyes and nose were agreed on this; and more, they told him that the foe was close at hand, might at any moment come. Wahb was feeling ill and weak with pain. He was in no mood for a desperate fight. A battle against such odds would be madness now. So, without taking the treatment, he turned and swung along the bench away from the direction taken by the stranger the first time since his cubhood that he had declined to fight. That was a turning-point in Wahb's life. If he had followed up the stranger he would have found the miserable little craven trembling, cowering, in an agony of terror, behind a log in a natural trap, a walled-in glade only fifty yards away, and would surely have crushed him. Had he even taken the bath, his strength and courage would have been renewed, and if not, then at least in time he would have met his foe, and his after life would have been different. But he had turned. This was the fork in the trail, but he had no means of knowing it. He limped along, skirting the lower spurs of the Shoshones, and soon came on that horrid smell that he had known for years, but * * * ft 1 Lffi f 1 ri ,?dtf never followed up or understood. It was right in his road, and he traced it to a small, barren ravine that was strewn over with skele- tons and dark objects, and Wahb, as he passed, smelled a smell of many different animals, and knew by its quality that they were lying dead in this treeless, grassless hol- low. For there was a cleft in the rocks at the upper end, whence poured a deadly gas ; invisible but heavy, it filled the little gulch like a brimming poison bowl, and at the lower end there was a steady over- flow. But Wahb knew only that the air that poured from it as he passed made him dizzy and sleepy, and repelled him, so that he got quickly away from it and was glad once more to breathe the piny wind. Once Wahb decided to retreat, it was all too easy to do so next time ; and the result worked double disaster. For, since the big stranger was allowed possession of the sul- phur-spring, Wahb felt that he would rather not go there. Some- times when he came across the traces of his foe, a spurt of his old courage would come back. He would rumble that thunder-growl as of old, and go painfully lumber- ing along the trail to settle the thing right then and there. But he never overtook the mysterious giant, and his rheumatism, growing worse now that he was barred fro'.i the cure, soon made him daily less capable of either running or fight- ing. Sometimes Wahb would sense his foe f s approach when he was in a bad place for fighting, and, without really running, he would yield to a wish to be on a better footing, where he would have a fair chance. This better footing never led him nearer the enemy, for it is well known that the one awaiting has the advantage. Some days Wahb felt so ill that it would have been madness to have staked everything on a fight, and when he felt well or a little better, the stranger seemed to keep away. Wahb soon found that the stran- ger's track was most often on the Warhouse and the west slope of the Piney, the very best feeding- grounds. To avoid these when he did not feel equal to fighting was d only natural, and as he was always in more or less pain now, it amount- ed to abandoning to the stranger the best part of the range. X *"" Weeks went by. Wahb had / meant to go back to his bath, but ' v, '\ he never did. His pains grew v \^ worse; he was now crippled in his * -^* ( ' right shoulder as well as in his hind leg. & The long strain of waiting for the fight begot anxiety, that grew to be apprehension, which, with ^ the sapping of his strength, was ^ breaking down his courage, as it always must when courage is founded on muscular force. His daily care now was not to meet and fight the invader, but to avoid him till he felt better. Thus that first little retreat grew into one long retreat. Wahb had to go farther and farther down the Piney to avoid an encounter. He was daily worse fed, and as the weeks went by was daily less able to crush a foe. He was living and hiding at last on the Lower Piney the very place where once his Mother had Drought him with his little brothers. The life he led now was much like the one he had led after that dark day. Perhaps for the same reason. If he had had a family of his own all might have been different. As he limped along one morning, seek- ing among the barren aspen groves for a few roots, or the wormy partridge-berries that were too poor to interest the Squirrel and the Grouse, he heard a stone rattle down the western slope into the woods, and, a little later, on the wind was borne the dreaded taint. He waded through the ice-cold Piney, oncehe would have leaped it, and th e ch ill water sent th ro ugh and up each great hairy limb keen pains that seemed to reach his very life. He was retreating again which way? There seemed but one way now toward the new ranch-house. But there were signs of stir about it long before he was near enough to be seen. His nose, his trustiest friend, said, "Turn, turn and seek the hills/' and turn he did even at the risk of meeting there the dreadful foe. He limped pain- fully along the north bank of the Piney, keeping in the hollows and among the trees. He tried to climb a cliff that of old he had often bounded up at full speed. When half-way up his footing gave way, and down he rolled to the bottom. A long way round was now the only road, for onward he must go on on. But where? There seemed no choice now but to abandon the whole range to the terrible stranger. And feeling, as far as a Bear can feel, that he is fallen, defeated, de- throned at last, that he is driven from his ancient range by a Bear too strong for him to face, he turned up the west fork, and the lot was drawn. The strength and speed were gone from his once mighty limbs; he took three times as long as he once would to mount each well-known ridge, and as he went he glanced backward from time to time to know if he were pursued. Away up the head of the little branch were the Shoshones, bleak, forbidding ; no enemies were there, and the Park was beyond it all on, on he must go. But as he climbed with shaky limbs, and short uncertain steps, the west wind brought the odor of Death Gulch, that fearful little valley where every- thing was dead, where the very air was deadly. It used to disgust him and drive him away, but now Wahb felt that it had a message for him; he was drawn by it. It was in his line of flight, and he hobbled slowly toward the place. He went nearer, nearer, until he stood upon the entering ledge. A Vulture that had descended to feed on one of the victims was slowly going to sleep on the untouched carcass. Wahb swung his great grizzled muzzle and his long white beard in the wind. The odor that he once had hated was attractive now. There was a strange biting quality in the air. His body craved it. For it seemed to numb his pain and it promised sleep, as it did that day when first he saw the place. Far below him, to the right and to the left and on and on as far as the eye could reach, was the great kingdom that once had been his; where he had lived for years in the glory of his strength; where none had dared to meet him face to face. The whole earth could show no view more beautiful. But Wahb had no thought of its beauty; he only knew that it was a good land to live in ; that it had been his, but that now it was gone, for his strength was gone, and he was fly- ing to seek a place where he could rest and be at peace. Away over the Shoshones, in- deed, was the road to the Park, but it was far, far away, with a doubtful end to the long, doubtful journey. But why so far? Here in this little gulch was all he sought; here were peace and painless sleep. He knew it; for his nose, his never-erring nose, said, "Here! here nowl" He paused a moment at the gate, and as he stood the wind-borne fumes began their subtle work. Five were the faithful wardens of his life, and the best and trustiest of them all flung open wide the door he long had kept. A moment still Wahb stood in doubt. His lifelong guide was silent now, had given up his post. But another sense he felt within. The Angel of the Wild Things was standing there, beckoning, in the little vale. Wahb did not understand. He had no eyes to see the tear in the Angel's eyes, nor the pitying smile that was surely on his lips. He could not even see the Angel. But he felt him beckoning, beckoning. "HE PAUSED A MOMENT AT THE GATE. A rush of his ancient courage surged in the Grizzly's rugged breast. He turned aside into the little gulch. 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