150 A BEAK, AND HEE CUB. 



came, furiously savage, the blood spurting 

 out from her mouth, and rushed straight 

 up the hill at me, where I was standing 

 awaiting her onset, with a double-gun, 

 having a couple of balls in each barrel. 

 The first shot I missed her, firing just over 

 her back; the second rolled her over when 

 close to me, but up she got, and was off 

 again ; when Wilson, who had by this time 

 reloaded, and was at her heels, sent 

 another ball through her body. Crossing a 

 roarmg torrent by a snow bridge, she turned 

 sharp down the other side among the 

 brushwood, but being badly hit, was not 

 able to get far up the bank. The cub now 

 left its mamma, and went off to shift for 

 itself. As soon as I had loaded, I hastened 

 after Wilson, who called out to me that she 

 was quite within shot, and we continued firing 

 at her from our side, till she crossed a low 

 ridge, and we lost sight of her. It was now 

 nearly dark, and leaving her to her fate, 

 sorry as we were to leave a poor wounded 

 animal (although it was a bear), we had no 



