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again, walking up the opposite bank. I had him 

 covered with my *303, and as he got opposite 

 me and within twenty yards' distance, I fired at 

 his shoulder. With a grunt he acknowledged 

 the hit, then spun round and round like a top. 

 Suddenly he came a bit too close to the bank of 

 the river, which being of sand gave way beneath 

 his weight, and he toppled over into the stream, 

 dead. Hunter, who had been watching the whole 

 episode, now ran down, and together we entered 

 the water, which, as it went over a sand bar, 

 rapidly shallowed. We saw our bear rolling over 

 and over in the current, which was running quite 

 strongly. Dick, my dog, saw the dead beast and 

 swam out to him, catching hold of his coat, but 

 was obliged to leave go his hold as the body 

 twisted round and round. Having run down the 

 bank we entered the stream below so as to inter- 

 cept our prize. As he passed me I caught hold 

 of a hind leg, to be nearly pulled over by the 

 weight, the water being nearly up to my waist. 

 Dick, too, was in difficulties, and was being 

 carried out to sea, when I called Hunter's 

 attention. He gripped the dog whilst I steered 

 the carcass of my bear towards them. Hunter 

 got hold of the other leg, and together we 

 managed to get the beast to the strand side, on 

 which my tent was pitched. Here we had to 

 skin him, for the body was too heavy to drag 

 any distance up the sands. The coat was but an 



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