Bear Hunting on the Alaska Peninsula 



my friend's bullets struck him, rolling him over. 

 He instantly regained his feet, and continued mak- 

 ing for cover, walking slowly and looking back 

 over his shoulder all the while. Blake now fired 

 another shot, and again the bear was apparently 

 badly hit. He moved at such a slow pace that I 

 thought he had surely received a mortal wound. 

 Entirely against orders, Ivan now shot three 

 times in quick succession, hitting the bear with 

 one shot in the hind leg, his other two shots being 

 misses. Blake now rushed after the bear with his 

 hunter following some fifty yards behind, and ap- 

 proached to within ten steps, when he fired his last 

 cartridge, hitting the bear hard. The beast fell 

 upon its head, but once more regaining its feet, 

 continued toward the woods. At this point Ivan 

 fired his last cartridge, but missed. The bear con- 

 tinued for several steps, while the two hunters 

 stood with empty rifles watching. Suddenly, quick 

 as a flash, he swung round upon his hind legs and 

 gave one spring after Blake, who, not understand- 

 ing his Aleut's shouts not to run, started across the 

 marsh, with the bear in close pursuit. At every 

 step the bear was gaining, and Ivan, appreciating 

 that unless the bear's attention was distracted, my 

 friend would soon be pulled down, began waving 

 his arms and shouting at the top of his voice, in 



