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and regretted that he had not been able to give all his 

 attention to my admirable jump, as he was obUged to 

 look after the beast. 



We followed the dogs, and on examining a rock which 

 the bear had crossed, we found drops of dark blood, and 

 were tolei*ably sure of him. Weakened with loss of 

 blood, he had not run far before the dogs came up with 

 him. As they were both young and untrained to bears, 

 he had not much trouble in keeping them off, but they 

 answered our purpose in stopping him. I came up 

 just as he had shaken off the dogs, and was climbing a 

 steep bluff. I fired and struck his right paw, and as 

 he fell the dogs seized him again ; my companion now 

 arrived, and coolly taking aim, sent a ball through his 

 heart. He was a fat two-year-old, and promised a 

 delicate repast; we decided on taking him home. So 

 while C. skinned and cut him up, I returned to the 

 camp to fetch the horse Math our blankets and game, 

 and as I rode past I brought away the other half of the 

 doe, which was too good to leave behind. As the day 

 was noAv far advanced, and the horse had about 200 lbs. 

 to carry, we resolved to camp for the night near the 

 first spring we came to. 



As we crossed a flat on the top of a mountain we 

 heard a horrible noise from a large gang of turkeys, a 

 sure sign of bad weather. Conwell sprang from his 

 horse, and we ran towards the sound. When near 

 enough I cheered on the dog, and in an instant the 

 whole forest was alive with turkeys. A great big 

 fellow flapped into a tree about sixty yards in front of 

 me, and fell to the ground with a ball from my rifle. 

 While loading, I observed Conwell going about with 



