and stuck her nose up and sniffed around to see if she could locate the cause of the disturbance. This was Hasselborg's chance. The first bullet from the 45-70 struck like in the throat passed between her shoulders and tore on down thru one lung and passed out thru the belly. She got up again with a kind of half groan-half roar and 14. Shot twice more one of which broke her neck. As she fell she grabbed the head of a dead salmon in her mouth and chewed it savagely. She had it grasped so firmly in her garvs that we had to pry them apart the next day to get the fjels out. This was a 9 that had evidently just meaned her cubs. She was 5 ft. 10 inches long and was evidently an old bear. She was beginning to put on fat and her stomde was stuffed full of salmon. Her fur was nothing but hair which was thick glossy and uniform in length over most of the upper parts. The bear by this time had begun to