We were approaching the spot where Uncle Donald had seen the bear, near a clump of trees with a thick undergrowth, a rugged hill riding beyond. We were somewhat scattered, hunting about for any traces the waning light would enable us to discover.  I half feared that I should come upon his mangled remains, or some part of his dress which might show his fate.  I had my rifle, but was encumbered with no other weight, and in my eagerness, I ran on faster than my companions.  I was making my way among some fallen timber blown down by a storm, when suddenly I saw rise up, just before me, a huge form.  I stopped, having, fortunately, the presence of mind not to run away, for I at once recognised the animal as a huge grizzly, which had been engaged in tearing open a rotten trunk in search of insects.  I remembered that Uncle Donald had told me, should I ever find myself face to face with a grizzly, to throw up my arms and stand stock still.