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alone before night, and as I knew that Lieut. 

 Waite must have heard my shots, and could not 

 be very far off, I fired three more shots from my 

 revolver in quick succession, as a signal for as- 

 sistance. He had in fact heard my three first 

 shots and had surmised immediately that I had 

 found the lost bear and forthwith had started in 

 my direction, but when he heard the second 

 batch of three shots, he thought I was certainly 

 cornered and started on the run, being then only 

 a quarter of a mile or so from me. In a few 

 minutes I heard him coming. I gave him a shout 

 which he answered, and sitting down on the bear, 

 I drew out a cigar, which I had brought for our 

 mid-day smoke, and lighted it. As he came out he 

 gave a hurrah, and rising, he shook hands with 

 me, congratulating me on my good luck. Then 

 he took a look at the surroundings, while I gave 

 him the details of the shooting. Well, he said, 

 "Friend Labradorian," that was my sobriquet 

 among the party, this cigar smoking of your's 

 is very fine now, but I think it is a little bit 

 forced. I wish I had a pocket looking-glass to 

 give you; and then we had a laugh and another 

 handshake over it. While I was busy skinning 

 one side, the Lieutenant agreed to go for the 

 horses to jack down the skin and some of the meat 

 to our camp, as the gully was clear enough for 

 the horses to come through. On his return he tied 

 them a bit further down, as the smell of the bear 



