80 TRUE BEAR STORIES.

had any other arms or implements than the
inseparable lasso.

Ed, who was always the captain in such
cases, chose the center of the dense, deep
canyon for himself, and, putting my
brother on the hillside to his right and my-
self on the hillside to his left, ordered a
simultaneous “Forward march.”

After a time we heard him shoot. Then
we heard him shout. Then there was a
long silence.

Then suddenly, high and wild, his voice
rang out through the tree tops down in
the deep canyon.

“Come down! Come quick! I’ve treed
a bear! Come and help me catch him;
come quick! Oh, Moses! come quick, and
—and—and catch him!”

My brother came tearing down the
steep hill on his side of the canyon as I de-
scended from my side. We got down about
the same time, but the trees in their dense
foliage, together with the compact under-