“‘At noon we were in a perfect wilderness of huge trees, great jagged rocks, and thickets almost as bad as the one Theseus went through to reach Ariadne. William insisted on building a tiny fire to cook bacon, so we rustled some dry sticks and made a little one on a flat rock. I 40 never in all my life tasted anything so good as that bacon and Hannah’s sandwiches and some ice-cold water from a little creek that was tearing down the mountain-side.
“‘Dick said as we rested for a moment that it would take us fifteen minutes to reach the first trap from that spot. It was the most likely place of the three to find a bear, he added, and at that Mary, Vivian, and I tried our best to look as unconcerned as though catching a bear were the most usual thing in all the world. But when we had reached the place, after a hard ride through a narrow trail bordered by all kinds of prickly things, we found no bear in the queer little log-house that held the trap. Neither was there one in the trap a mile distant.
“‘When we turned away from the second, bearless and tired, every one of us, except perhaps Vivian, felt a sense of defeat. My fears of seeing one caught had vanished. I had borne sunburn and scratches and lameness and I wanted a bear. So did Mary. She was not content with just scenery. Virginia had caught bears before, 41 but she wanted one because we did, and William wanted one because Virginia did. William never seems to want much for himself some way, but he loves Virginia, and I think Virginia loves him next best to Jim. As for Dick—there was no mistaking Dick’s feeling. He felt as though he had not done his duty by us since there had been no bear in the two most likely traps.
“‘The question before the assembly now was—Should we or should we not visit the third trap? It might be dark, William said, before we got out of the canyon, and there wasn’t one chance in a hundred of a bear anyway. Virginia—really, she is the biggest peach I ever knew!—proposed that she ride home with Vivian, and the others of us go on with Dick and William, but Vivian would not listen to her. There having been no bears in the first two traps was proof enough for Vivian that there would be none in the last, and her bravery returned. Mary wanted to go on, and I wouldn’t have gone home for a thousand dollars or a trip abroad! As for Dick, he was already half-way up the trail. 42
“‘This trail was far steeper than either of the others. It led almost straight up the mountain-side beneath over-hanging trees, under fallen timber, and through every kind of bramble imaginable. But there was something exhilarating about even the brambles—something that made you glad to hear the saddle crunch and whine and creak, and to feel yourself being carried higher and higher. It wasn’t all the hope of a bear either!
“‘At last we came to a little creek, which was hurling itself down over the rocks.
“‘“Moose Creek!” Dick called back. “The trap’s one-half a mile farther on.”
“‘On we went, growing more and more excited every moment. Something strange seemed to be in the air. I don’t know what it was, but the horses must have felt it, too, for just as we had cleared an especially thick thicket, my Cyclone began to prick up his ears and to sniff the air, and Dick’s horse reared. Then, in a moment, the others began to be restive. Even old Siwash, who is lame and halt and maimed and blind like the 43 parable people at the feast, actually jumped, much to Vivian’s horror.
“‘I just wish you could have felt the shivers and thrills and quivers that ran down our backs when Dick halted the procession and cried,
“‘“There’s a bear around all right! The horses smell him! We’ll turn back and tie, and then go on foot!”