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possess an emergency standard far above mere moneygetting.
Those who tell the Americans of the future what the Americans of to-day and of yesterday have done, will per5 force tell much that is unpleasant. This is but saying that they will describe the arch-typical civilization of this age. Nevertheless when the tale is finally told, I believe that it will show that the forces working for good in our
national life outweigh the forces working for evil, and 10 that, with many blunders and shortcomings, with much
halting and turning aside from the path, we shall yet in the end prove our faith by our works, and show in our lives our belief that righteousness exalteth a nation.
BEAR HUNTING EXPERIENCES 1 EARLY next morning we were over at the elk carcass, and, as we expected, found that the bear had eaten his fill at it during the night. His tracks showed him to be an immense fellow, and were so fresh that we doubted if he had left long before we arrived; and we made up our 5 minds to follow him up and try to find his lair. The bears that lived on these mountains had evidently been little disturbed; indeed, the Indians and most of the white hunters are rather chary of meddling with “Old Ephraim, as the mountainmen style the grizzly, unless they get him 10 at a disadvantage; for the sport is fraught with some danger and but small profit. The bears thus seemed to have very little fear of harm, and we thought it likely that the bed of the one who had fed on the elk would not be far away.
My companion was a skilful tracker, and we took up the trail at once. For some distance it led over the soft, yielding carpet of moss and pine needles, and the footprints were quite easily made out, although we could follow them but slowly; for we had, of course, to keep a sharp 20 lookout ahead and around us as we walked noiselessly on in the sombre half-light always prevalling under the great pine trees, through whose thickly interlacing branches stray but few beams of light, no matter how bright the sun may be outside. We made no sound ourselves, and every 25 little sudden noise sent a thrill through me as I peered about with each sense on the alert. Two or three of the
1 Reprinted by permission from Hunting Trips of a Ranchman, copyright by G. P. Putnam's Sons.
ravens that we had scared from the carcass flew overhead, croaking hoarsely; and the pine tops moaned and sighed in the slight breeze—for pine trees seem to be ever in motion, no matter how light the wind.
After going a few hundred yards the tracks turned off on a well-beaten path made by the elk; the woods were in many places cut up by these game-trails, which had often become as distinct as ordinary foot-paths. The beast's
footprints were perfectly plain in the dust, and he had 10 lumbered along up the path until near the middle of the
hill-side, where the ground broke away and there were hollows and bowlders. Here there had been a windfall, and the dead trees lay among the living, piled across one
another in all directions; while between and around them 15 sprouted up a thick growth of young spruces and other
evergreens. The trail turned off into the tangled thicket, within which it was almost certain we would find our quarry. We could still follow the tracks, by the slight
scrapes of the claws on the bark or by the bent and broken 20 twigs, and we advanced with noiseless caution, slowly
climbing over the dead tree trunks and upturned stumps, and not letting a branch rustle or catch on our clothes. When in the middle of the thicket we crossed what was
almost a breastwork of fallen logs, and Merrifield, who 25 was leading, passed by the upright stem of a great pine.
As soon as he was by it he sank suddenly on one knee, turning half round, his face fairly aflame with excitement; and as I strode past him, with my rifle at the ready, there,
not ten steps off, was the great bear, slowly rising from 30 his bed among the young spruces. He had heard us, but
apparently hardly knew exactly where or what we were, for he reared up on his haunches sideways to us. Then he