BEAR HUNTING. 269 



C.jptaia Lloyd, the celebrated Eiiglisli Bear huntei, who for 

 many years passed every winter in Norway, in pursuit of his 

 favorite game, which is there hunted on snow shoes, and wl)0 

 has published two very elaborate and agreeable volumes, on 

 the habits of the animal and the methods of killing him in Scan- 

 dinavia. By his researches, it has been found that during this 

 hibernation of the Bear, his intestines are absolutely sealed up 

 by a species of resinous fatty matter, and that no secretions, 

 either by the pores or the bowels, passing from the animal du- 

 ring this singular lethargy, he is supported by his internal fat. 

 The Bear is in the best condition when he is on the point of 

 lying up for the winter, in the worst when he issues forth in 

 spring, lean, lank, and hungry, after his four or five months' 

 fast. This habit has led to a mode of taking him in these 

 regions, perilous apparently and exciting in the extreme, which 

 is nevertheless not un frequently resorted to when a den is dis- 

 covered, and which, strange as it may seem, is almost invariably 

 successful. Indeed, I never heard of an accident taking place 

 of a fatal nature in one of these desperate adventures. 



Several years since I wrote for the "American Turf Register," 

 a sketch of an occurrence of this kind, which occurred on a 

 favorite sporting ground of my own, the scene of which is per- 

 fectly familiar to me, and for the facts of which I can vouch, 

 although I did not see the feat performed — that having occurred 

 previous to my visiting this country, and indeed the principal 

 actor being at that time dead. The brother, however, who is 

 mentioned in the tale, still I am happy to say, survives, and from 

 him I heard, what, as it has never been republished, I shall 

 proceed to quote, the incidents of the death of 



The Last Bear on the Hills of Warwick. 



It was a hot and breathless afternoon, toward the last days 

 of July — one of those days of fiery, scorching heat, that drive 

 the care-worn citizens from their great red-hot oven, into those 

 calm and peaceful shades of the sweet unsophisticated country, 



