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again, walking up the opposite bank. I had him 
covered with my ‘303, and as he got opposite 
me and within twenty yards’ distance, I fired at 
his shoulder. With a grunt he acknowledged 
the hit, then spun round and round like a top. 
Suddenly he came a bit too close to the bank of 
the river, which being of sand gave way beneath 
his weight, and he toppled over into the stream, 
dead. Hunter, who had been watching the whole 
episode, now ran down, and together we entered 
the water, which, as it went over a sand bar, 
rapidly shallowed. We saw our bear rolling over 
and over in the current, which was running quite 
strongly. Dick, my dog, saw the dead beast and 
swam out to him, catching hold of his coat, but 
was obliged to leave go his hold as the body 
twisted round and round. Having run down the 
bank we entered the stream below so as to inter- 
cept our prize. As he passed me I caught hold 
of a hind leg, to be nearly pulled over by the 
weight, the water being nearly up to my waist. 
Dick, too, was in difficulties, and was being 
carried out to sea, when I called Hunter’s 
attention. He gripped the dog whilst I steered 
the carcass of my bear towards them. Hunter 
got hold of the other leg, and together we 
managed to get the beast to the strand side, on 
which my tent was pitched. Here we had to 
skin him, for the body was too heavy to drag 
any distance up the sands. The coat was but an 
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