DEER HUNT TURNED INTO A BEAR HUNT. 21! 



of the open space, and there I could see a bunch of snow. I 

 was sure that it was the bear that made the bunch. 



I thought the matter over for a minute, then concluded to 

 back out and go after Mr. Dingman, and see what he thought 

 would be best in order to make a sure thing of Bruin's capture. 

 Mr. Dingman thought the best thing to do was to go up town and 

 get plenty of help so as to thoroughly surround the laurel, and 

 make sure of Bruin. I objected, as I thought it best t6 try our own 

 hick, and if we failed we could still get plenty of help. We fol- 

 lowed my track back to where I had turned, and concluded to 

 both fire at the bunch at the same time, hit or miss as luck would 

 have it. When we fired at the bunch there was a shaking of snow, 

 and bruin rolled out but was unable to rise to his feet. On ex- 

 amination we found that one ball had entered his shoulder. It was a 

 short job to get bruin out to the road, and take him up to town 

 where we sold him to Mr. Stebbins, a merchant, and then we made 

 tracks bad: to see if we could find the broken legged doe. We 

 found by circling the thicket that she was there, and we had the 

 good luck to get her. We drove her out, and thus ended one 

 of the liveliest day's sport that we ever had. 



