Dae, SPORT IN NORWAY. 
princes of the forest, determined to go out in quest of him. 
One fine day, then, throwing his single-barrelled rifle 
over his shoulder, he started out. He had been gone but 
a short time, and had snuffed about in the wood, when 
suddenly, on emerging from a moderately thick copse, 
he perceived the “‘ horse bear” making straight for him. 
Taking aim, he fired, but whether the unexpected meet- 
ing had made his hand shake a little, or whether there 
was any other reason, it is certain that the shot did not 
take effect where it was intended. The bear was 
wounded, but not mortally. Furious, it raised itself 
upon its hind legs, and attacked the man. As he was 
only armed with his single-barrelled rifle, there was no 
possibility of reloading. His position, therefore, was 
critical ; for if he attempted to fly he was irretrievably 
lost, and if he remained standing the prospect was not 
much better. He did not take long to reflect. With a 
determined look, and grasping the barrel of his rifle 
firmly in the right hand, he awaited the approach of his 
terrible opponent, determined to sell his life as. dearly as 
possible. But the furious brute, perplexed, and un- 
doubtedly awed by the steady gaze and firm mien of 
the hunter, after having advanced a few steps towards 
him, suddenly disappeared in the thicket. Thus the 
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‘horse bear” escaped again, but was shot not long 
after. 
A short time back a bear had taken his annual trip 
