A POLAR HUNT. 



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knew the Bear was dead, but Will thought he was eating 

 me, and bullets from his revolver were plowing around in 

 horrible fashion. It was hard, to have escaped the Bear, 

 and then to have one's friend let daylight into one! 



At length I got my mouth clear of fur, and contrived to 

 yell that all was right, and Will ceased firing. 



After some hard work, he got the carcass off me, and I 

 was free, though soaked with blood from head to foot. 



My shot had taken effect in the center of the Bear's 

 chest, and caused instant death, but the impetus had car- 

 ried the body against and over me. 



Will and I have a hide each, and you should just hear 

 him tell of our exploits on that memorable day. 



