230 A BEAK TKEED. 



bushes, forty or fifty rods in advance of us. Remaining 

 perfectly still a moment, we saw a bear step out upon a 

 boulder, look up and down the stream, and stretch his long 

 nose out over the water, as if looking for a good place to 

 cross the rapids. After scratching his ear with one of his 

 hind feet, and his side with the other, he turned and walked 

 deliberately from our sight into the forest. By this time, 

 the boat with the dogs came in sight, and we beckoned its 

 occupants to come to us. One of the hounds only had ever 

 seen game of this kind. But Cullen declared that there was 

 no game that they would not follow when once fairly laid 

 on. We wanted that bear. It was the only one we had 

 seen ; indeed it was the only one I had ever seen wild in the 

 forest. We went to the spot where we last saw him, and 

 there in the sand, by the side of the boulder, was his great 

 track, almost like a human foot. Cullen called the atten- 

 tion of the dogs to it, and hallooed them on. They took the 

 scent cheerfully, and with a united and fierce cry they 

 dashed away in pursuit. They had ran but a short distance, 

 when they seemed to become stationary, and deep, quick 

 baying succeeded the lengthened and ringing sound of their 

 voices. 



" Treed, by Moses 1" cried Cnllen, as he dashed forward, 

 the rest of us following as fast as we could. 



" Not too fast," said Martin, " not too fast. There's no 

 hurry ; he won't come down unless our noise frightens him. 

 Let us go quietly ; there's plenty of time. Belcher ias got 

 his eye on him, and will stay by him till we come." 



