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black bear, feeding on some green flats in 

 the valley below us. Calling to Wilson, 

 who had separated from me in the cover, 

 and unable to make him hear, we went 

 down by ourselves after Bruin, and soon 

 got within shot of him. Unaware of our 

 approach, he continued feeding quietly, about 

 a hundred yards from us, and an awfully 

 ugly-looking customer he was. I took great 

 pains to kill hun dead, but he would not 

 place himself in a good position, and as 

 it was growing dark, I took him where I 

 could and fired. The ball struck him, and 

 over he rolled, but instantly recovering 

 himself, he came straight towards me. The 

 nature of the ground was such, that his 

 movements were hid by it, and I could not 

 see him, until he was quite close, far too 

 close, for he was within a yard, before I 

 could fire the other barrel, which I aimed 

 right at his head. The shot was answered 

 by a roar, I never heard such a row in 

 my life ; it was too much for Ossaroo's 

 nerves, and he fairly turned tail, and ran 



