Bear Hunting on the Alaska Peninsula 



in time to see him make a determined charge at the 

 dog, which quickly avoided him, and just as quickly 

 renewed the attack. 



I forced my way through the alders and got in 

 two close shots, which rolled him over. It ap- 

 peared that my first shot had broken his shoulder, 

 as well as cut the lower portion of the heart; but 

 this bear had gone some fifty yards, and was still 

 on his feet, when I came up and finished him off. 

 He was a fair sized bull, six feet two inches in a 

 straight line along the vertebrae, and stood exactly 

 three feet at the shoulders. He had evidently been 

 fighting, for one ear was badly torn, and his skin 

 was much scarred with old and recent wounds. 

 After removing the pelt the carcass was thrown 

 into the bay, so that there might be no stench, 

 which my natives declared would be enough to 

 spoil any future shooting in this locality. This 

 same afternoon we moved our camp to a new 

 marsh, but the wind was changeable, and we saw 

 nothing. 



The next morning we sighted a bear, which fed 

 into the woods before we had time to come up with 

 him. Shortly after five o'clock the brute made a 

 second appearance, but as the wind had changed 

 and now blew in the wrong direction, a stalk could 

 not be made without our scent being carried into 



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