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jumiied into the water, holding him fast by the ear 

 and doing his hest to drag him ashore. Without 

 losing a moment, Mr. Howard ran down the stream 

 and threw the trunk of a fallen tree across so as to 

 bar the passage of the carcase. AVith the help of 

 this, we managed to get it ashore. 



" It is too late now, my friend," said Mr. Howard, 

 " to carry our game home, so we must take care the 

 wolves don't get at him. Let us make haste and 

 disembowel him, and hang him up to that high 

 branch out of the reach of mischief." 



This was soon done, and leaving the caribou out 

 of harm's way, we took our way towards the log- 

 cabin, by the light of a brilliant moon and stars 

 that shone like diamonds. 



Moniii had got there before us. Upon a sleigh 

 similar to that Avhicli he had made the day before, 

 he had brought home the caribou which Mr. Howard 

 had killed, and the magnificent head and horns of 

 the creature already graced the interior of our hut, — 

 a splendid trophy of a grand day's sport. 



THE GRIZZLY BEAR. 



The life of an Indian trapper is varied daih' by 

 acts of skill and courage which require the pen of 

 Fenimore Cooper to describe them properly. Each 



