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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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brown bear and a cub cross anopening in the valley far below us.With a word of explanation to PorterI picked up my rifle and started downhill. As long as I was above the bearI had no trouble in following her move-ments, and I immediately formed a planto intercept her. She was plowingslowly up the valley through the raindrenched grass. The glades werebright with wild flowers that glistenedafter their bath and away below me thewhole mammoth sweep of the SusitnaValley lay steaming under the morningsun. As soon as I reached the alder thicketsthe bear was lost to view, and fromtime to time I would raise myself afew feet by placing my foot in the forkof an alder bush. At last, while stand-ing on one of these insecure platforms,I caught a glimpse of her tawny backas she moved parallel to me. She wasabout sixty yards away, but I could notshoot as I was clinging to the bush withone hand. Dropping to the ground, I moved for-ward, every nerve on the alert as Ireached the spot where I expected to
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IN THE WORK OF EXPLORATION ONE FREQUENTLY MEETS BRUIN MOVINGABOUT HIS (OR HER) DAILY AFFAIRS. 270 THE OUTING MAGAZINE see her. After waiting for some time,I decided that she had made a bed forthe day in a dense thicket that stretchedacross the valley, and I ascended a littleknoll to gain a better view. While Iwas standing here, uncertain of my nextmove, I heard a faint hail from Porter,but I could not catch his words. As I could overlook the thicket Ifired my gun, knowing that when thebear left the brush I would have anopen shot. To my surprise nothinghappened, so I turned and ran for highground in hope of seeing her, but shehad gone. On reaching camp I foundthat Porter had seen more of the bearthan I had, as she had run up the moun-tain side on discovering me and almostblundered into our camp. She had thenturned into a small gully and, drivingthe cub before her, disappeared near thetop of the mountain. After a comfort-able breakfast Porter started toward themountain summit, with his

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