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his bear sense to the solution of the mys- 

 tery. 



At last he decided tnat a bear had been 

 gathering moss for a bed. Then he went 

 close up under a cliff of rocks and in a few 

 minutes was peering and pointing down 

 into a sunken place in the earth. And 

 behold, we could see the moss move! A 

 bear had covered himself up and was wait- 

 ing to be snowed under. Bill walked all 

 around the spot, then took position on a 

 higher place and shouted to the bear to 

 come out. The bear did not move. Then 

 he got me to throw some rocks. No re- 

 sponse. Then Bill fired his Winchester 

 down into the moss. In a second the big 

 brown fellow was on his hind feet looking 

 us full in the face and blinking his little 

 black eyes as if trying to make us out. 

 Bill dropped him at once, with a bullet in 

 his brain. 



I greatly regret that I never had the 

 good fortune to encounter a Polar bear, so 

 that I might be able to tell you more about 



