[Illustration:  Prepared to Pluck Foster.]

A part of Foster’s habitual attire under all circumstances in warm weather was a long linen duster, and it is a defect of ursine perception to confound a man with his clothes.  When the napping skirt of Foster’s duster seemed to be within reach, the over-eager bear made a grab for it, and released his grasp of the tree.  The backward spring of the tough sapling nearly dislodged the clinging man, but it also gave him an idea, and when the grizzly began a repetition of the manoeuvre, he shifted his position a little higher and to the other side.

Old Brin was not appeased by the shred of linen he had secured, and again began bending the sapling over.  This time he had to bend it further to get Foster within reach, but the flapping coat-tail again tempted him too soon, and although he secured most of the skirt, he let go his hold and the tree sprang back like a bended bow.  Foster let go his hold too in mid-arc and went sailing through the air and across the ravine, landing in a thicket with a jar that loosened his teeth but broke no bones.  He said the Grizzly sat bolt upright and looked at the tree, the ravine and him for five minutes, then cuffed himself soundly on both ears and slunk away in evident humiliation and disgust.

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Nothing but Joe Stewart’s flawless reputation for veracity could have induced the Comstock to accept the account of Old Erin’s visit to camp, which broke up the trip, as it was given by the hunters when they returned.  Mr. Stewart made his living at cards and knew no other profession or trade, but his word was as good as a secured note at the bank, his views on ethical questions were considered superior to a bishop’s, and all around he was conceded to be a better citizen and an honester man than Nevada had been able to send to the United States Senate.  Therefore, as Joe Stewart was one of the party and did not deny that events happened as described by Col.  Orndorff, the Comstock never doubted the story of the Blazing Bear.

This section of the expedition had a large wall tent and all camp conveniences, including lamps and a five-gallon can of kerosene.  They pitched their tent upon the bank of a stream near a deep pool such as trout love in warm weather, and they played the national game every night.

Col.  Orndorff had opened an opulent jackpot, and Long Brown was thinking about raising before the draw when he felt a nudge at his elbow as if some one had stumbled against him.  He was annoyed and he drove his arm backward violently against the canvas, encountering something solid and eliciting a loud and angry snort.  Long Brown moved just in time to escape the sweep of a huge paw, armed with claws like sickles, which rent a great gap in the back of the tent and revealed a gigantic bear still sneezing from the blow on the end of his nose and obviously in a nasty temper.