time. A hunter knows when he will 

 shoot true. I sighted along the 

 barrel, a clear shot to the brain it 

 was so close my finger on the 

 trigger! Then I lowered the muzzle 

 to the ground and let him go. He 

 had refused to injure me! Could I 

 do less? 



I watched him going off in the 

 woods and sat down again amid the 

 silence and the bears. 



My one shot soon brought an an- 

 swer, quite close, and had been most 

 fortunate, for in the dark Nimrod had 

 somewhat strayed. He found Som- 

 mers in a plight with three horses 

 in a bog. At ten o'clock we got to 

 camp what few shreds were left 

 of us and heard the triumphant 

 tale of the Tevi. 



Bear and forbear; water and oil. 

 Clearly, my story could not then 

 be told. 



