Bear Hunting on the Alaska Peninsula 



and ourselves. In this way we approached to 

 within one hundred yards. Twice one of the 

 smaller animals rose on his hind legs and looked 

 in our direction; but the wind was favorable, and 

 we were well concealed, so they did not take alarm. 



My friend decided to shoot the mother, while I 

 was to reserve my fire until after his shot. I ex- 

 pected that at the report of his rifle the bear I had 

 chosen would pause a moment in surprise, and thus 

 offer a good standing shot. As my friend's rifle 

 cracked, the bear I had selected made a sudden 

 dash for the woods, and I had to take him on the 

 run. At my first shot he turned a complete somer- 

 sault, and then, quickly springing up, again made a 

 dash for cover. I fired a second time, and rolled 

 him over for good and all. Stereke was instantly 

 slipped, and made at once for my bear. By the 

 time we had run up he was shaking and biting his 

 hindquarters in a most approved style. We at 

 once put him after the larger bear, which Blake 

 had wounded, and his bark in the thick alders told 

 us he had located her. We all followed in and 

 found that the bear, although down, was still alive. 

 Blake gave her a final shot through the lungs. 



The third bear got away, but I believe it was 

 wounded by Nikolai. The one that Blake had 

 killed was the largest female we got on the Penin- 



