She loved the wild and the beautiful, both of which increased manifestly with every mile.

The sun was warm, the air fragrant and cool, the sky blue as azure and so deep that she imagined that she could look far up into it.
Suddenly Roy reined in so sharply that he pulled the bay up short.
"Look!" he called, sharply.
Bo screamed.
"Not thet way! Here! Aw, he's gone!" "Nell! It was a bear! I saw it! Oh! not like circus bears at all!" cried Bo.
Helen had missed her opportunity.
"Reckon he was a grizzly, an' I'm jest as well pleased thet he loped off," said Roy.

Altering his course somewhat, he led to an old rotten log that the bear had been digging in.

"After grubs.

There, see his track.