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to think so too, and after his ears had listened to the 

 close whistle of seven or eight bullets, he emerged 

 from the bushes and walking up to hunter number one 

 opened on him a battery of Western words that fairly 

 smoked with brimstone. I'll omit them here, only 

 saying that they conveyed the idea that the bullets 

 had nearly hit him. " Besides," he said, " how the 

 devil do you expect to shoot bears from the top of a 

 snow-shed three-quarters of a mile away ? " 



It took lots of oily words to smooth out the berry 

 man's waves of indignation. After warning hunter 

 number one that if he valued the integrity of his own 

 hide he had better not try that sort of fun again, but 

 keep his bullets in their pouch, where they evidently 

 belonged, he finally agreed to an armistice and a drink 

 of whiskey. 



Number two had in the meantime followed the bear 

 away down the river but lost the trail and dejectedly 

 returned, adding his opinion to that of the berry-bush 

 man : " The idea of a fellow trying to shoot a bear 

 from the top of a snow-shed and across a whole 

 county ! " 



And now we reached Lake Okanagan, where we re- 

 solved to try our guns on the wild geese and ducks. 



By the way, like the immortal Mrs. O'Brien, who, 

 when she had acquired wealth and position in society, 

 insisted upon calling herself Mrs. O'Brion, with the 

 accent on the last syllable, Lake Okanagan is not 



