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his left side to rather more than a quartering 
shot. Aim was quickly taken for his heart. 
A report followed, and the little express- 
ball did its work well. It broke two ribs, 
three or four large fragments entered the 
heart, and the balance of the splinters scat- 
tered through the lungs. Making but little 
noise when hit,—an ugly sigh,—he, as this 
species of bear almost always does under like 
circumstances, tucked his head between his 
hind legs, and rolled down into the gulch, using 
his fore legs for guides. He came up with a 
bounce, was on his feet in a moment and mak- 
ing arush straight for me. I had loaded in a 
jiffy with the other 110-270-grain cartridge, 
but waited a moment until he commenced as- 
cending my side of the gulch, hoping with 
a good shot to roll him back. Crossing 
rapidly the bed of the gulch, he was in a 
moment ascending toward me, and when 
within about thirty yards (he was originally 
about seventy yards at the first fire) I fired at 
his front, hitting at the point of the right 
shoulder, shattering the socket-joint and that 
bone half-way to the elbow. He did not 
roll back, but was demoralized and sickened, 
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