I did not know then how easy it was for a grizzly to capture myself, the mule and meat and have quite a variety for supper.

But the grizzly stayed at home and we followed on through brambles and hard brush, through which it was almost impossible to force one's way.

As it turned out, I was not in the track of the storm and did not suffer much from it.

Soon the canon grew wider, and I could make out on the right hand a piece of table land covered with brush that seemed easier to get through than the creek bed.
The hill up to the table land was very steep, but not more than fifty yards high, and when the mule tried to get up she got along very well till near the top, when she slipped in the wet earth and never stopped till she reached the bottom and lay down.

She was helped up to her feet again and we tried it in another place, I holding her from slipping when she stopped to rest, and at last we reached the top.