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' When I heard him growl/ said poor Sambo, ' I 

 thought I must have died.' However, he had 

 managed to keep up his courage, and by crawling 

 through the herbage inch by inch, had got to within 

 a few feet of us. Now was his time ; he struck a light 

 with a phosphorus match, set fire to his frying- 

 pan, and then springing forward, he had managed 

 to produce such a diabolical effect that the bear was 

 fairly frightened. 



" So now," added Mr. Jeffery, " you will readily 

 understand why I am so partial to the brave fellow, 

 who had both the wit and the courage to save my 

 life — though perhaps he would not have had enough 

 of either to save his own." 



" But what became of your grizzly bear ? I sup- 

 pose you heard no more of him ? " 



" There you are mistaken. I owed him some- 

 thing for the fright and inconvenience that he had 

 caused me, and as, moreover, he was evidently 

 a ' man-eater,' it was desirable to put a stop to 

 his maraudings. I felt certain that he would not 

 go far as long as my horses remained in the 

 neighbourhood; and as I knew that two friends 

 upon whom I could depend were pursuing our 

 tracks, I waited until they came up. We then 

 organised an expedition with a full complement of 

 men and dogs, and for two days we hunted up the 

 old cannibal without being able to draw him from 

 his lair. 



