This region would be a paradise for
a stockman only for that. The grass is heavy, and while the winters are
severe, we know how to carry our stock over; but we can never calculate
our profits, because of the losses on account of hungry wild beasts."
"Then I'm glad we came here to get our taste of big-game shooting, for
it will not only be fun for us, but a benefit to civilization," remarked
Bluff, who, being in training to succeed his lawyer father, often liked
to indulge in imposing sentences.
"Now look over yonder to where that cleft yawns," said Reddy at this
juncture.
"I see it; and is that the den?" asked Jerry.
"Sure as you live. You fellows be choosing your trees, and let me take a
peek."
"He isn't going in, I hope!" exclaimed Will as the cowboy moved away.
"Well, hardly. Reddy doesn't want to commit suicide just yet. He's only
going to make sure the old chap is at home, then he'll make preparations
to smoke him out."
As Mr. Mabie said, Reddy was soon back, and from his actions it was
positive the bear was at home. He began collecting dry wood and all
manner of material calculated to make a big smoke.
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