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fiercely as ever, thougri evidently beginning 

 to grow weak. At last, when still a couple 

 of hundred yards from cover, the man found 

 he had used up all his cartridges, and then 

 merely followed at a safe distance. The bear 

 no longer paid heed to him, but walked slow 

 ly forward, swaying its great head from side 

 to side, while the blood streamed from be 

 tween its half-opened jaws. On reaching the 

 cover he could tell by the waving of the bushes 

 that it walked to the middle and then halted. 

 A few minutes afterward some of the other 

 cowboys rode up, having been attracted by 

 the incessant firing. They surrounded the 

 thicket, firing and throwing stones into the 

 bushes. Finally, as nothing moved, they ven 

 tured in and found the indomitable grisly 

 warrior lying dead. 



Cowboys delight in nothing so much as the 

 chance to show their skill as riders and 

 ropers; and they always try to ride down and 

 rope any wild animal they come across in 

 favorable ground and close enough up. If a 

 party of them meets a bear in the open they 

 have great fun; and the struggle between the 

 shouting, galloping rough-riders and their 

 shaggy quarry is full of wild excitement and 

 not unaccompanied by danger. The bear 



