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among some roots. Although hardly ten yards away, he seemed 

 altogether unaware of our presence until his attention was 

 sharply drawn to us by the entry of a dum-dum hullet into his 

 right shoulder. Instead of instantly tumbling over as was to 

 be expected of a properly educated bear, he, to our intense 

 astonishment, ran away as if untouched, and disappeared like a 

 bolt among the scrub. We followed that blood-trail for over 

 two miles until it ended in a dense cedar swamp. The fallen 

 tree the bear had crossed to enter the thicket showed ample 

 blood smears, but beyond those all trace was lost. We went 

 round the swamp, which apparently he had not left, looked 

 through it that day and again on the next, but the wounded 

 bear was never found. The swamp, indeed, was an impossible 

 place to search properly; huge cedars of many generations lay 

 piled one on top of the other, the swamp itself being hidden 

 by dense alder and willow scrub, ferns, reeds and grass, by 

 everything likely to afford a secure hiding-place ; without dogs 

 there was no chance for us. 



The much-belauded "303 was now, and deservedly so, in utter 

 disgrace ; two bullets fired into a grizzly, and a third into a 

 black bear sitting motionless only ten yards away, with the 

 sole result of making those animals travel at a pace they 

 probably had never thought possible until then, up the steepest 

 mountain-side and through the thickest bush. This was too 

 disheartening ! 



Our confidence had gone, as had, no doubt, also any other 

 bears from the now disturbed country, and, as the main 

 river was too swollen to permit our crossing to another and 

 promising district, we turned our horses homeward, and arrived 

 at Kelowna bearless, but determined never again to go bear 

 hunting with that wretched '303 or without dogs. A good 

 Indian cur would probably have secured us two beautiful 

 rugs. 



On this occasion I went to Canada via New York in the 

 Campania, and, returning to England by the Lucania, could 

 not help comparing these voyages in every comfort and luxury 

 with the discomfort of my first two trips across the Atlantic in 

 1862. 



The steamer of 929 tons I then went over in belonged to 



