

THE BEAR HUNT. 67 



swer to the cry of the cubs, down came the old he 

 one, angry as anything, and full of fight as a mad 

 dog. I pulled the ears of the little cub, and he cried 

 out again, and in plunged the old fellow after me. I 

 settled him too, with a rifle ball, and then pulled 

 ashore for the night. I knew there were no more 

 bars there, and the cubs and I, slept very well in the 

 nest behind the rocks. I did a good thing that trip ; 

 I got nine dollars apiece for the skins, and twenty dol- 

 lars for the cubs. They were hungry enough, when 

 I got home, but they soon got over it, and were gentle 

 and playful as kittens. I took 'em down to Platts- 

 burgh, and sold 'em to a man from Montreal." 



We landed by the rock, and he pointed out to me, 

 the place where he had slept with his cubs. It was a 

 proper place for the lair of bruin, and had we not al- 

 ready a comfortable dwelling, would have made no 

 bad resting place for us. 



