A CHROMATIC BEAR HUNT 



Followed a rough-and-tumble which ended by 

 our getting his shoulders to the mat on a 

 "half Nelson" and hammer-lock hold. Those 

 quills which we did not remove from the dog 

 with the tweezers we pulled out of each other 

 after the scrimmage. 



At 6.15 Jill notified us plaintively that she 

 had discovered a brother to Jack's porcupine 

 and had taken a bite at him. By the time we 

 had pulled the barbs from her nose our supper 

 was cold. 



"Well, it's a good thing for them to get 

 wised up early," Fred remarked, wiping the 

 blood and sweat from his person. "They'll 

 know enough not to tackle another porcupine. 

 They're mighty intelligent dogs." 



We were still eating time, 6.44 when a 

 voice outside the mess tent inquired, "Whose 

 dog is that with his nose full of quills?" 



We looked at each other and Joe com- 

 menced to laugh. 



"Are there any dogs besides ours around 

 this camp?" I inquired of the waiter. 



"No, sir." 



It was nearly midnight before Jill ran down 

 her second victim and raised us from our 

 slumbers by her yells, but by that time we 



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