58 TRUE BEAR STORIES. 



ago, when on his way to capture Jerusa 

 lem, with Peter the Hermit. 



"Come on!" cried Peter to the helmeted 

 and knightly old Crusader, who sat his 

 horse with lance in rest on a hill a little in 

 the rear. "Come on!" 



"I can't! I've caught a Tartar." 



"Well, bring him along." 



"He won't come." 



"Well, then, come without him." 



"He won't let me." 



And so it often happened in the old days 

 out here. When a man "ca.ught" his bear 

 and didn't have his gun he had to fight 

 it out hand-to-hand. But fortunately, every 

 man at all times had a knife in his belt. 

 A knife never gets out of order, never 

 "snaps," and a man in those days always 

 had to have it with him to cut his food, 

 cut brush, "crevice" for gold, and so on. 



Oh! it is a grim picture to see a young 

 fellow in his red shirt wheel about, when 

 he can't run, thrust out his left hand, draw 

 his knife with his right, and so, breast to 



