MY FIRST GRIZZLY. 43

quite still, head down hill, on his left side,
gave just one short, quick breath, and then,
pulling up his great right paw, he pushed
his nose and eyes under it, as if to shut out
the light forever, or, maybe, to muffle up
his face as when “great Ceesar fell.”

And that was all. I had killed a grizzly
bear; nearly as big as the biggest ox.