CHAPTER XI. 



A London gun. — Bivouac on the Goomtee. — Brown bear and her cubs. — A 

 pot shot. — Misses fire. — Goes off at la.st. — A race for life, and a lucky 

 slide. — A morning stroll to Jallah. — A black bear. — All hands mustered, 

 — Enter the jungle. — Brain's charge from the cave. — Dangerous situation 

 — A shot in the very nick of time. — Bruin rolled over. — Capture of the 

 cubs. — Curious trsiit of a wild animal. — A bear and her cub in difficulties. 

 Maternal solicitude. — Clearing the way. — A bear's charge and its rapidity 

 — Fortunate shot. — A dance in the aii-. — Poor Bruin's desperate efforts. — 

 His death. 



None of my own adventures with bears, 

 are to be compared with that in the fore- 

 going chapter ; but I will relate one or two, 

 which might have ended rather tragically. 



During the first summer, that I spent 

 on the snowy range, I was rather poor in 

 worldly goods, and possessed but one gun, 

 a double one, which I had purchased on 

 leaving England, new out of an ironmonger's 

 shop in London, for 21. 5s., so you may 

 imagine, that it was not a first-rate article. 



