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bottom ov the canyon which I was follerin’ was
dry as the bones of old Methuselah. ’Twas about
the middle ov the hottest afternoon I ever felt
in this here country. I got so dry my throat
begin to swell up terribly. I seed I wasn’t er
going to find any water in that ere canyon, so
I made up my mind to git out. After a while
I found a way to ride over the ridge, which I
proceeded to do. I rode on some two or three
miles and came to another canyon, in the bottom
of which I could see runnin’ water. I couldn’t
get doun to it. I rode along the cliff for a mile
or so, but couldn’t find a place to git down.
After a while I could manage to climb down,
but ’twas too steep for my boss. I bound to have
some water, so I dismounted and climbed down.
I wasn’t more nor half way down when I heard
a growl which I knowed at once was a bear.
Sure enough, on looking round to my left there
stood an old she bear and two cubs. The cubs
saw me, an’ were ready to leave. Jist as I step-
ped back the two cubs come rushin’ by. I didn’t
have a thing to defend myself with ’cept a
pocket knife. But the old one didn’t care to
tackle me. I felt considerably better when she
and her two cubs passed on. I went down an’
got my drink, thinkin’ no more erbout the bears.