I had a plan, and that plan we carried out. It took some time.

First we made a permanent camp part way up the slopes where therewas good water. Then we set out in search of the great, shaggycave bear of the higher altitudes.

He is a mighty animal--a terrible animal. He is but little largerthan his cousin of the lesser, lower hills; but he makes up for itin the awfulness of his ferocity and in the length and thicknessof his shaggy coat. It was his coat that we were after.

We came upon him quite unexpectedly. I was trudg-ing in advancealong a rocky trail worn smooth by the padded feet of countlessages of wild beasts. At a shoul-der of the mountain around whichthe path ran I came face to face with the Titan.

I always was going up for a fur coat. He occasionally was coming down for breakfast.Each realized that here was the very thing he sought.

With a horrid roar the beast charged me.