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high, however, and the animal retreated towards the lane ; he was, 

 therefore, obliged to expend a couple more shots on it, but by 

 that time it was fairly dead. 



Fosheim then got out the flaying-knife, while the dogs sat all 

 the time on the top of the iceberg looking on at the whole per- 

 formance without moving a muscle. Apparently they were still 

 under the effects of their amazement at the turn affairs had taken. 



We others then drove three of the teams towards land with my 

 load in tow. There we soon found a good camping-ground, and, 

 while Bay went back with a team to help Fosheim bring the bear 

 home, Schei and I pitched the tent. 



When the bear arrived we cut some steaks off it for supper, and 

 laid out the rest of the meat to freeze. The skin we folded up to 

 fit the sledge, and let it freeze in that shape, and the following day 

 we cached it and the meat by shovelling snow over the one and 

 placing plenty of stones over the other. 



