I'll have a dozen hounds then, maybe twenty, and all trained.

We'll put every black bear we chase up a tree, and we'll rope and tie him.

As to grizzlies--well, I'm not saying so much.

They can't climb trees, and they are not afraid of a pack of hounds.

If we rounded up a grizzly, got him cornered, and threw a rope on him--there'd be some fun, eh, Jim ?" "Shore there would," Jim replied.
On the strength of this I stored up food for future thought and thus reconciled myself to bidding farewell to the purple canyons and shaggy slopes of Buckskin Mountain.
At five o'clock next morning we were all stirring.