put on a little fat and they had lost their chaffed, scragly appearance and were becoming deep and plump. When rolling about in the parks in the sunshine their hair seemed to leave a golden sheen. The bear we accustomed to do most of their fishing during the night over the early morning or late evening. They spent the middle of the day, curled up in beds, on the ridges where they could have a good look out Hasselborg got his next bear by tracking him up from the salmon creek until he found him lying under a large windfall, on the edge of a large patch of windfalls. The trees had grown up tall and straight and thick. The ground was covered with old rotten logs and dead sapling. When I saw the bear first it just had its head over a log watching him. It was about 75 yards uphill and the first shot, which was intended to get him between the eyes, struck the bone