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for such I afterward judg-ed him to be, who, 

 with great affection, had gone down with her 

 until she stuck her head in the snow. Not 

 understanding this, he smelled around his fallen 

 relative, when a hollow three-hundred-and- 

 thirty-grain chunk of lead nearly severed one 

 hip and smashed the other. He did not stop to 

 reason, but promptly jumped on his relative, 

 and then and there occurred a lively bit of a 

 scrimmage. Over and over they rolled, slap- 

 ping, biting, and making the best fight of it 

 they could, considering the plight they were in. 

 Each probably accused the other of the mishap. 

 The snow was dyed a crimson hue. It was 

 like the scene of a bloody battle-ground. At 

 last the lady first aggrieved gave up, and 

 plunged her head back into the snow, while 

 her brother, not having any one to fight with, 

 went off a short distance and lay down. We 

 cautiously approached, bearing in mind that 

 a snow-drift is a hard thing for pedestrians 

 in a hurry to travel on, and when we got 

 about ten feet from the first bear, I told my 

 companion to snowball her and see what 

 effect that would have, for she looked too 

 innocent to be finished for and dead. 

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