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and the dogs, till they foil into usink ; where they stopjied, 

 and I came up with them. 



The lust shot had disaliled the bear so much tliat he lay 

 on his back defending himself by striking the dogs ofl" as 

 they attacked him. As I had nothing to shoot with, I 

 went in search of a club, to helj) the dogs ; and, i)ulling a 

 dry pole oat by the root, I broke it as short as I wished 

 and went up to the fight. 



Creeping behind the bear as he was reaching after th 

 dogs in front, and leaning from me, I struck him on the 

 head, between the ears, and down he went, while the dogs 

 attacked his hind-quarters, and held on until I had finished 

 him. I stood and watched the dogs worrying him till I 

 felt safe in approaching ; when, on examining him, I fjuiid 

 his head was crushed, and that he was certainly dead. 



All being now quiet, the back-track gentry began to 

 call: 



" Halloo, Captain Morris ! where are you ? " 



" I am here." 



All hands called answered. Then one asked, " Wliert 

 is Browning ? " 



" Oh, the knows," was the rejily ; " for I expect 



the ■ fool has run on the bear, and is killed." 



" Halloo, Browning ! " was called. 



I wouldn't answer. 



"It's no use to call," said one: "he's as dead as 



" Halloo, Browning I " was repeated. 

 Still I did not answer, for I wanted to hear what tliey 

 ivould say. 

 " Halloo, Browning!" resounded a third time 

 "What is wanting? «.aid I. 

 " Wliere is the boar ? '- 

 " Here he is." 

 "What is he about?" 



