There was a fair road up the Teton, which we followed for several days without incident, to the forks of that river, where we turned up Muddy Creek, the north fork of the Teton.  That noon, while catching saddle horses, dinner not being quite ready, we noticed a flurry amongst the cattle, then almost a mile in our rear.  Two men were on herd with them as usual, grazing them forward up the creek and watering as they came, when suddenly the cattle in the lead came tearing out of the creek, and on reaching open ground turned at bay.  After several bunches had seemingly taken fright at the same object, we noticed Bull Durham, who was on herd, ride through the cattle to the scene of disturbance.  We saw him, on nearing the spot, lie down on the neck of his horse, watch intently for several minutes, then quietly drop back to the rear, circle the herd, and ride for the wagon.  We had been observing the proceedings closely, though from a distance, for some time.  Daylight was evidently all that saved us from a stampede, and as Bull Durham galloped up he was almost breathless.  He informed us that an old cinnamon bear and two cubs were berrying along the creek, and had taken the right of way.  Then there was a hustling and borrowing of cartridges, while saddles were cinched on to horses as though human life depended on alacrity.  We were all feeling quite gala anyhow, and this looked like a chance for some sport.  It was hard to hold the impulsive ones in check until the others were ready.  The cattle pointed us to the location of the quarry as we rode forward.  When within a quarter of a mile, we separated into two squads, in order to gain the rear of the bears, cut them off from the creek, and force them into the open.  The cattle held the attention of the bears until we had gained their rear, and as we came up between them and the creek, the old one reared up on her haunches and took a most astonished and innocent look at us.

A single “woof” brought one of the cubs to her side, and she dropped on all fours and lumbered off, a half dozen shots hastening her pace in an effort to circle the horsemen who were gradually closing in.  In making this circle to gain the protection of some thickets which skirted the creek, she was compelled to cross quite an open space, and before she had covered the distance of fifty yards, a rain of ropes came down on her, and she was thrown backward with no less than four lariats fastened over her neck and fore parts.  Then ensued a lively scene, for the horses snorted and in spite of rowels refused to face the bear.  But ropes securely snubbed to pommels held them to the quarry.  Two minor circuses were meantime in progress with the two cubs, but pressure of duty held those of us who had fastened on to the old cinnamon.  The ropes were taut and several of them were about her throat; the horses were pulling in as many different directions, yet the strain of all the lariats failed to choke her as we expected.  At this juncture,