A craggy Island off the southern coast of Alaska is the home of the Kodiak bear. One day last spring a yacht which carried a hunting party made up of Leo Pavelle and Mr. and Mrs. Jim Nash of New York and Walter Stocklin of Philadelphia, lay at anchor below one of Kodiak's sheer mountains. A guide on deck saw a bear with three cubs on a ledge high above. Four guides were quickly dispatched to make a search for the den. Their orders: bring back the cubs unharmed.
Two hours later, after rowing ashore and making a careful stalk to the heights, the men reached a point where they could watch the now-empty ledge area below. They counted on being above the den, for a bear seldom charges uphill. Soon their scent drifted to the bears' hideaway and with a roar the old lady revealed herself below them. She thrust her head above ground to stare at the guides nearby.
Suddenly the animal advanced toward them, to pause 10 feet away. Guide Grisha snatched off his hat, flung it at the bear's head. She whirled and bolted for her den. Later a pair of dirty socks in a knotted bandanna was lowered into the den. At this the bear took off downhill.
Grisha crawled into the den, collared the rambunctious cubs one by one and handed them out. They now can be seen at the Brookfield Zoo in Chicago.