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But the dog had not yet seen the bear and, dog fashion, 

 simply ran back and forth looking for he knew not what, 

 so that I was soon within fifty feet of the bear and, not car- 

 ing to quite jump on him, I gave a yell; whereupon he 

 stood up to see what had broken loose, and Jim got sight 

 of him and made for his hind legs. 



I now began calling at the top of my voice for the doc- 

 tor and Adams, while the bear moved off toward the trees. 

 But as he had to pay attention to the assaults of the dog, 

 he could not run very fast, and I easily kept up with the 

 procession, yelling the while for re-enforcements. But the 

 bear did not seem to have the least intention of climbing. 

 He stopped under one of the trees and made a few passes 

 at the dog (I, meanwhile, getting in a few more yells), and 

 then he moved on toward the river, the bank of which was 

 some thirty feet above the water, and while not straight 

 down, was so steep that it was quite difficult to negotiate 

 either way. 



We came out about two hundred yards above the bend 

 and just where, along the bottom of the bank, there grew 

 a few old cottonwood trees. Here Jim grabbed the bear 

 from behind, and the latter, in turning to strike him, lost 

 his footing, and bear and dog both disappeared down the 

 bank. I ran to the edge and seeing them bring up against the 

 old cottonwoods, thought the bear, who must by now have 

 had enough of fighting, would surely climb. But instead he 

 plunged into the river, and as soon as he got to where the 

 water was deep, turned and faced the dog. This, as the 

 bear seemed to know, put Jim, who had to swim, at a dis- 

 advantage. But the current was swift, and swept them 

 both down-stream to where, at the head of a riffle, sev- 



