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Half-way up, Kaiser, sent on by Charlie, passed me and 

 rushed for the bear. Charlie yelled to me, ' Shoot! 

 Shoot, or she will get away! ' 



" When the row began, Charlie was three hundred 

 yards below me, and lost time in getting the camera, 

 but as soon as he secured it, he started up as fast as the 

 snow would let him come, 



*' Up to that time the bear had not seen us, and seem- 

 ingly paid no special attention to the sound of the gun. 

 She was shot too low, — through the brisket and fleshy 

 part of the forelegs, — and while the shock had knocked 

 her down, the only special result was to throw off her 

 safety clutch, and start her machinery working. She 

 evidently thought a big bug had bitten her; and with 

 her head turned under her breast she was looking for it. 



" Kaiser boldly went right up to her, and when he 

 came within ten feet she saw him, accepted him as the 

 author of her trouble, and went for him like a runaway 

 car on an incline of forty-five. The dog immediately 

 lost all interest in having his picture taken with the dead 

 game, turned tail, and fled down the slide. He came 

 straight for me, possibly assuming that I ought to pro- 

 tect him; and the bear came plunging after him. She 

 plunged and slid on the snow so far that with every jump 

 she covered about twelve feet, and threw up snow like a 

 snow-plough. 



" All this time, the dog ran straight toward me, and 

 I couldn't fire at the bear for fear of killing the dog. 

 It's against the rules to kill Kaiser, ain't it, Charlie! 

 There wasn't the slightest chance for me to fire, and 



