The hunters returned to their camp, and early next morning they came back up the mountain with three experienced and judicious dogs.  They had hunted bears enough to know that Pinto would be very sore and ill-tempered by that time, and being men of discretion as well as valor, they had no notion of trying to follow the dogs through the scrub oak brush.  Amateur hunters might have sent the dogs into the brush and remained on the edge of the thicket to await developments, thereby involving themselves in difficulties, but these old professionals promptly shinned up tall trees when the dogs struck the trail.  The dogs roused the bear in less than two minutes, and there was tumult in the scrub oak.  Whenever the men in the trees caught a glimpse of the Grizzly they fired at him, and the thud of a bullet usually was followed by yells and fierce growlings, for the hear is a natural sort of a beast and always bawls when he is hurt very badly.  There is no affectation about a Grizzly, and he never represses the instinctive expression of his feelings.  Probably that is why Bret Harte calls him “coward of heroic size,” but Bret never was very intimately acquainted with a marauding old ruffian of the range.

The hunters in the trees made body shots mostly.  Twice during the imbroglio in the brush the bear sat up and exposed his head and the men fired at it, but as he kept wrangling with the dogs, they thought they missed.  This is the strange part of the story, for some of the bullets passed through the bear’s head and did not knock him out.  One Winchester bullet entered an eye-socket and traversed the skull diagonally, passing through the forward part of the brain.  A Grizzly’s brain-pan is long and narrow, and a bullet entering the eye from directly in front will not touch it.  Wherefore it is not good policy to shoot at the eye of a charging Grizzly.  Usually it is equally futile to attempt to reach his brain with a shot between the eyes, unless the head be in such a position that the bullet will strike the skull at a right angle, for the bone protecting the brain in front is from two and a half to three inches thick, and will turn the ordinary soft bullet.  One of the men did get a square shot from his perch at Pinto’s forehead, and the 45-70-450 bullet smashed his skull.

The shot that ended the row struck at the “butt” of the Grizzly’s ear and passed through the base of the brain, snuffing out the light of his marvelous vitality like a candle.

Then the hunters came down from their roosts, cut their way into the thicket and examined the dead giant.  Counting the two shots fired the night before, one of which had nearly destroyed a lung, there were eleven bullet holes in the bear, and his skull was so shattered that the head could not be saved for mounting.  Only two or three bullets bad lodged in the body, the others having passed through, making large, ragged wounds and tearing the internal organs all to pieces.