The stars were up now, millions of them, clear and brilliant; and it was quite evident that Thor had set his mind on an “all-night hike,” a kuppatipsk pimootao as a Cree tracker would have called it.  Just how it would have ended for Muskwa is a matter of conjecture had not the spirits of thunder and rain and lightning put their heads together to give him a rest.

For perhaps an hour the stars were undimmed, and Thor kept on like a heathen without a soul, while Muskwa limped on all four feet.  Then a low rumbling gathered in the west.  It grew louder and louder, and approached swiftly—­straight from the warm Pacific.  Thor grew uneasy, and sniffed in the face of it.  Livid streaks began to criss-cross a huge pall of black that was closing in on them like a vast curtain.  The stars began to go out.  A moaning wind came.  And then the rain.

Thor had found a huge rock that shelved inward, like a lean-to, and he crept back under this with Muskwa before the deluge descended.  For many minutes it was more like a flood than a rain.  It seemed as though a part of the Pacific Ocean had been scooped up and dropped on them, and in half an hour the creek was a swollen torrent.

The lightning and the crash of thunder terrified Muskwa.  Now he could see Thor in great blinding flashes of fire, and the next instant it was as black as pitch; the tops of the mountains seemed falling down into the valley; the earth trembled and shook—­and he snuggled closer and closer to Thor until at last he lay between his two forearms, half buried in the long hair of the big grizzly’s shaggy chest.  Thor himself was not much concerned in these noisy convulsions of nature, except to keep himself dry.  When he took a bath he wanted the sun to be shining and a nice warm rock close at hand on which to stretch himself.

For a long time after its first fierce outbreak the rain continued to fall in a gentle shower.  Muskwa liked this, and under the sheltering rock, snuggled against Thor, he felt very comfortable and easily fell asleep.  Through long hours Thor kept his vigil alone, drowsing now and then, but kept from sound slumber by the restlessness that was in him.

It stopped raining soon after midnight, but it was very dark, the stream was flooding over its bars, and Thor remained under the rock.  Muskwa had a splendid sleep.

Day had come when Thor’s stirring roused Muskwa.  He followed the grizzly out into the open, feeling tremendously better than last night, though his feet were still sore and his body was stiff.

Thor began to follow the creek again.  Along this stream there were low flats and many small bayous where grew luxuriantly the tender grass and roots, and especially the slim long-stemmed lilies on which Thor was fond of feeding.  But for a thousand-pound grizzly to fill up on such vegetarian dainties as these consumed many hours, if not one’s whole time, and Thor considered that he had no time to lose.  Thor was a most ardent lover when he loved at all, which was only a few days out of the year; and during these days he twisted his mode of living around so that while the spirit possessed him he no longer existed for the sole purpose of eating and growing fat.  For a short time he put aside his habit of living to eat, and ate to live; and poor Muskwa was almost famished before another dinner was forthcoming.