the subject.

'A good many,' returned the hunter.  'We've got the black, brown, and
cinnamon bears, which 'll avoid you if they can; and then we've the
grizzlies and silver-tipped bears, which are a kind of grizzly.  The
latter ain't quite so fierce as the real grizzly, but ain't pleasant to
face when they're wounded.'

Joe went on to tell how hunters tracked the creatures by the way they
tore up ant-holes and rolled over big stones in their clumsy way of
walking, and how they were often caught in traps set for them at the
time when the wild raspberries and gooseberries were ripe, as then they
came wandering down along the creeks, looking for the berries they
liked so well.

Next morning, before they started, Joe showed Jack the exact spot where
the fight had taken place between the miner and the bear; and then they
put Captain into the buckboard, and began the last stage of the ascent.

It was a wonderfully clear day, and as they looked down, the country
lay spread out below them like a gigantic map.  The ranches, creeks and
villages all looked so tiny and scattered to them, gazing as they did
over hundreds of miles of prairie land.

Above them the sharp peaks seemed to pierce the keen blue sky, and the
snow still lying on the mountain-sides was so dazzling from the sun's
rays, that Champion Joe put on a pair of dark blue 'goggles,' and tied
a piece of black veiling over Jack's face, to protect their eyes from
getting snow-blind.

Higher and higher they went slowly on, and Joe remarked: 'Well, Jack, I
guess we're about as near heaven on earth to-day, in one way of
speaking, as you've ever been in your life afore, eh?  Don't it look
close?  But, I say, young un, what's up?'

'I don't know,' said Jack very faintly.  'I've gone to feel so queer.
I can hardly breathe, and my head aches as if it were going to burst.'

'Lie down, Jack, for a bit,' said the hunter kindly.  'It's the great
height as we're up.  This air affects some folks terribly.  I've seen
strong men helpless and hardly able to move, lower down than w