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OVER THE TRAIL TO SANTA FE
Fe we heard of a fine game country north of the Trail, so
we struck off into the mountains and made camp on the
Pecos River, where a small mountain stream flowed into
it. Just above us was a deer-lick - a small deposit of salt
in the rocks near the stream where deer could be found
almost any night.
Wild turkey were abundant, plenty of trout were in
the stream, and we were in clover. I had been trading,
and now carried a Sharp's carbine in the place of my Bal-
lard rifle. It had twice the range of the rifle and carried a
The mountains in the vicinity were well timbered with
pine, spruce, and cedar, with an occasional grove of a sort
of dwarf oak with very large acorns in abundance.
One day I struck out alone and tramped for hours
without a sight of game, which was quite unusual. Grow-
ing weary I sat down under a shady pine resting my back
against its trunk. The view was superb. A few feet in
front was the edge of a precipice of rock that dropped
down for about one hundred feet and then gradually
sloped off at an angle of about forty-five degrees, the sur-
face of the slope almost covered with a heavy growth of
dwarf oak. I could see for miles in every direction and the
scenery was wild, rugged, and picturesque.
I was almost dozing when I heard a very peculiar
noise. Listening intently I finally located it as coming
from the oak grove. It seemed to be moving toward me.
It was a sort of grunting noise, sounding as if an animal
was rooting in the ground. I decided it came from some
stray hogs and paid no attention to it.
Suddenly something moving caught my eye, and to my
astonishment there at the edge of the grove were three
huge cinnamon bears, grunting and rooting industriously
in the leaves and earth after acorns. The wind was from
them, so they did not scent me and as I was so far above
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Hoyt, Henry Franklin. A Frontier Doctor, book, 1929; Boston, Massachusetts. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth143532/m1/69/: accessed August 16, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting University of Texas Health Science Center Libraries.