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 Jance 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 "caught" 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 



