one of them has ever yet harmed a man.

Year after year they have come and gone. The passing travellers see
them. The men of the hotel know many of them well. They know that they
show up each summer during the short season when the hotel is in use,
and that they disappear again, no man knowing whence they come or
whither they go.

One day the owner of the Palette Ranch came through the Park. During his
stay at the Fountain Hotel, he went to the Bear banquet-hall at high
meal-tide. There were several Blackbears feasting, but they made way for
a huge Silvertip Grizzly that came about sundown.

"That," said the man who was acting as guide, "is the biggest Grizzly in
the Park; but he is a peaceable sort, or Lud knows what'd happen."

"That!" said the ranchman, in astonishment, as the Grizzly came hulking
nearer, and loomed up like a load of hay among the piney pillars of the
Banquet Hall. "That! It that is not Meteetsee Wahb, I never saw a Bear
in my life! Why, that is the worst Grizzly that ever rolled a log in the
Big Horn Basin." "It ain't possible," said the other, "for he's here
every summer, July and August, an' I reckon he don't live so far away."

"Well, that settles it," said the ranchman; "July and August is just the
time we miss him on the range; and you can see for yourself that he is
a little lame behind and has lost a claw of his left front foot. Now I
know where he puts in his summers; but I did not suppose that the old
reprobate would know enough to behave himself away from home."

The big Grizzly became very well known during the successive hotel