The Grizzly, Our Greatest Wild Animal — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Grizzly, Our Greatest Wild Animal
John Stuart Mill · en
A grizzly that I was following one November morning was evidently well
fed, for he traveled slowly along with apparently nothing to do.
Descending the ridge on which he had been walking, he came upon the side
of a steep southern slope, across the ravine from where I had paused to
watch him. Occasionally a bush or weed sprang up as the warm sun
released it from its little burden of snow. If it was close to him, he
reached out one paw and stroked or boxed it daintily and playfully as a
kitten; or, if a few feet away, he stopped, turned his head to one side,
and looked at it with lazy, curious interest. He turned for a better
glimpse of a tall willow springing up as if inviting him to play and
appeared just ready to respond when he caught sight of his moving
dark-blue shadow against the white slope. Instantly, reaching out
lightly with one fore paw, he commenced to play with the shadow. As it
dodged, he tried to reach it with the other paw, then stopped to look at
it. He sat down and watched it intently, ready to strike it if it moved;
he pushed his nose closer to it. Keeping his eyes on the shadow, with a
sudden leap he threw both fore paws forward and brought them down where
the shadow had been before his move. For several seconds he leaped and
struck right and left in his vain efforts to catch it. Then, seated on
his haunches, he watched the shadow out of one eye. He turned his head,
possibly wondering what the shadow would do. He seemed surprised to
find that it was not behind him, and turned back quickly to see where it
was. Did the grizzly know what this shadow-thing was, and was all this
just jolly make-believe? In any case, he was playing and playing
merrily. When I first watched him he reminded me of a kitten, but the
longer he played the more his actions resembled those of a puppy and
finally those of dog.
As the grizzly backed slowly down the slope, he watched the shadow
following him, and made a feint as though about to grab it, but stopped.
Slowly he started after the shadow up the slope, then pursued it with a
rush. Then, backing away along the side of the slope, he watched the
shadow out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly stopped and stood as
though thinking; then wheeled, faced down the slope, and looked off into
the distance. After a second he slowly turned his head and looked over
first one shoulder, then the other, for the shadow. Finally, rising, he
looked between his legs.
Leisurely he lay down with head toward the sun and put fore paws over
his eyes as though starting a game of hide-and-seek and expected the
shadow to hide. But this may have been to shut the dazzling sun-glare
from his eyes, for presently he moved his head to one side to watch the
shadow.
Abruptly he ended, rose to his feet, and started off briskly in the
direction he was traveling in when the blue shadow upon the snow coaxed
him to stop and play.