berries are ripe a bear goes around clawing the bark from logs and dead trees and feeds on the borers and ants.  He has a banquet when he strikes a well-populated ant heap, and then he smells and tastes like ants if you try to eat him.  His meat is rank, and if you eat it for a day or two you will break out all over with a sort of rash that is mightily uncomfortable.  There is no fur on a bear in summer and his skin is not worth taking, so you see there was no reason why I should fool away time and cartridges on Bruin.  Besides, I rather like Bruin for his comical ways, and when he doesn’t bother me, I’d rather watch him than shoot at him.

“I had to kill one big brown fellow, because he wouldn’t get out of my way and my horse was afraid to pass him.  He was on a narrow ridge that I was following in order to keep out of the heavy timber, and the bear sat upon his haunches right in my way.  Probably he never saw a man before, for he didn’t seem to be in the least disturbed when I hove in sight leading the horse.  I supposed he would drop on all fours and scuttle away, but not a bit of it.  He had struck something new and was going to see the whole show.  There he sat, with his forepaws hanging down and his head cocked on one side, looking at the procession with the liveliest curiosity in his face.  There was nothing wicked in his appearance, and if it hadn’t been for the horse I think I would have passed within three yards of him without any trouble.  As it was, I dragged the horse up to within twenty feet, but then he hung back, snorted and protested so vigorously that I was afraid he would back over the edge and fall down the steep mountain side.

“Letting the horse back away a few yards, I tied his halter to a scrub tree and then advanced toward the bear with my rifle in my left hand.  He didn’t budge, and when I yelled at him he only started a little and cocked his head over on the other side.  That made me laugh, and then I amused myself by talking to him.  ‘Why don’t you move?’ said I.  ’I know you got here first and have a squatter claim on the quarter-section, but you ought not to sit down on public travel in that way.’  He looked at me as though I was the oddest specimen he ever came across, and scratched his ear with his left paw.

“‘You musn’t mind my friend here,’ I said, pointing to the horse; ’he’s a little shy in society, but he means well.  If you’ll move to one side, we’ll pass on.’  It was a fool sort of an idea, standing there and talking to a bear, but I was interested in studying the expression of his face and seeing how puzzled he seemed to be at the sound of my voice.  He’d rub his ear or his nose once in a while, and then look up, as though he were saying:  ’Just repeat that; I don’t quite make out what you are driving at,’ and then he’d assume a look of the most intense interest.  I don’t know how long he would have remained there, but I got tired of the fun and threw a stick at him.  It would