Then she faced about and waddled over to the tree, up which were the cubs. Underneath she stood, looking first at me, then at her family. I realized that she wasn't going to bother me, in fact she never seemed very serious about it, so I plucked up courage. I remembered what I came for and got down my camera. But when I glanced at the sky, and gauged the light—near sundown in the woods—I knew the camera would not serve me; so I got out my sketch book instead, and made the sketch which is given on Plate XXXVIII; I have not changed it since.
XLI. While I sketched the Bears a brother camera hunter was stalking me without my knowledge
Photo by F. Linde Ryan, Flushing, L. I.
XLII. One meets the Bears at nearly every turn in the woods
Photo by E. T. Seton