A FINE BLACK BEAR. 175 



Once, he said, the dog had nearly got him 

 into trouble. He was going round to look at 

 his traps, with nothing in his hand but a small 

 axe, when his dog suddenly rushed into the 

 forest, barking furiously, and the next moment 

 reappeared with a bull moose close behind it 

 snorting with rage. 



As soon as the angry moose saw him, said 

 Mr. Barr, it charged, and struck at him 

 with its horns. He was knocked down, 

 but fortunately not seriously hurt, and on the 

 dog running up and barking loudly, his 

 assailant paid no further attention to him, but 

 again charged after its four-footed tormentor. 



On September 5th the weather was very 

 chilly and disagreeable, and we got very cold 

 wading in the river. Early in the afternoon 

 Mr. Sheldon spied a fine black bear on a hillside 

 above the river, and like a good fellow insisted 

 that I should go after it, as he had shot a good 

 many of these animals, and this was the first 

 bear I had ever seen in the wilds. 



It took me some time to get up above the 

 spot where we had first seen the bear, and as it 



