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chilled to the bone, seemed impossible. It 
was most unlikely the other bears would come 
back; however, thinking it would be prudent 
to stay aloft a little while longer, I made up 
my mind to stick it out another half hour. 
During this wait I fancied I could see shad- 
owy forms moving about, and I could surely 
hear a cub squalling. The light was now a 
little better, and the darkness, though still 
very black, was not so intense. 
Just as I had screwed up courage to de- 
scend, another bear came up under the tree 
and reared up. This time I made no mistake, 
and almost simultaneously with the rifle’s re- 
port a hoarse bawl proved to me that I had 
conquered. Glad at almost any cost to get 
out of my cramped position I sung out to 
Woody to lend a hand, as I proposed de- 
scending, and as he came up I came down, 
and then we discussed the situation. The 
‘proximity of the wounded bear was not pleas- 
ant, but then the dead one must be opened 
in order to save the skin. But what if the 
latter were not dead? Hang this night-work! 
why can’t the bears stick to daylight! But to 
work,—there was the motionless form to be 
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