CHAPTER FIVE.
MY ENCOUNTER WITH A GRIZZLY, BY ARTHUR J DANIELS.
The winter had set in early, and with unusual severity, when I reached Logville, the appropriate name given to the little mining camp which hid itself away in the vast wilderness of the Rocky Mountains.

A roving disposition, combined with a love of sport, and a desire to put on canvas some record of the wonderful scenery of the locality, had guided my steps to this out-of-the-world spot.
One morning when the winter was beginning to break, and the snow to show signs of disappearing--sure evidence that the severe weather was passing away--I slung my cloak and a bag of provisions across my shoulders, seized my rifle, and set forth on a solitary stroll.

I had gone some considerable distance from the camp when a sudden darkening of the sky told me only too plainly of an approaching storm.

Fearful of being caught in the downpour, I began to retrace my steps.
Scarcely had I commenced my homeward journey when a sudden cry caused me to come to an abrupt standstill.

A few moments of intense stillness followed.