V.

He slept all winter without waking, for such is the way of Bears, and
yet when spring came and aroused him, he knew that he had been asleep a
long time. He was not much changed--he had grown in height, and yet was
but little thinner. He was now very hungry, and forcing his way through
the deep drift that still lay over his den, he set out to look for food.
There were no pinon-nuts to get, and no berries or ants; but Wahb's nose
led him away up the canon to the body of a winter-killed Elk, where he
had a fine feast, and then buried the rest for future use.

Day after day he came back till he had finished it. Food was very scarce
for a couple of months, and after the Elk was eaten, Wahb lost all the
fat he had when he awoke. One day he climbed over the Divide into the
Warhouse Valley. It was warm and sunny there, vegetation was well
advanced, and he found good forage. He wandered down toward the thick
timber, and soon smelled the smell of another Grizzly. This grew
stronger and led him to a single tree by a Bear-trail. Wahb reared up
on his hind feet to smell this tree. It was strong of Bear, and was
plastered with mud and Grizzly hair far higher, than he could reach;
and Wahb knew that it must have been a very large Bear that had rubbed
himself there. He felt uneasy. He used to long to meet one of his own
kind, yet now that there was a chance of it he was filled with dread.

No one had shown him anything but hatred in his lonely, unprotected
life, and he could not tell what this older Bear might do. As he stood