TREEING A BEAR. 79

help him, the horse was dead and the bear
was gone, having cut the rope with his
teeth.

After having lost his horse in this way,
poor little Ed Parish had to do his hunting
on foot, and, as my people were immigrants
and very poor, why we, that is my brother
and I, were on foot also. This kept us three
boys together a great deal, and many a pe-
culiar adventure we had in those dear days
“when all the world was young.”

Ed Parish was nearly always the hero
of our achievements, for he was a bold,
enterprising fellow, who feared nothing at
all. In fact, he finally lost his life from
his very great love of adventure. But this
is too sad to tell now, and we must be con-
tent with the story about how he treed a
hear for the present.

We three boys had gone bear hunting

_up a wooded canyon near his father’s ranch
late one warm summer afternoon. Ed had
a gun, but, as I said before, my people were
very poor, so neither brother nor I as yet