ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY BULLETIN. HUT 
Bartlett. Bartlett gave one wild jump across 
the boat, not even taking time to change his sit- 
ting position, and landed very neatly on the seat 
of the other side. 
The bear seemed to have an idea of getting 
into the launch, and we had to punch him away 
with the boat-hook. Finally we succeeded in 
roping him, and this time I took good care to 
leave the rope slack until he had put his fore- 
legs through it, when I took a turn with our end 
of the rope around a cleat just as the bear was 
busy climbing out on the ice. In the excitement, 
we had neglected to reverse the engine, and when 
he went out on the ice he very nearly took the 
launch with him. To have a 900 or 1000- 
pound bear fastened to your launch and drag- 
ging you out on the ice, under a full head of 
steam, is not a very pleasant position to be in. 
At this time the 
bear could very eas- 
ily have gotten into 
the launch! 
Finally, however, 
we succeeded in 
slacking away the 
rope, got the engine 
going astern, and 
the end of the boat-hook. By dropping the 
noose over his head and carefully allowing it to 
stay slack until he had gotten one or both legs 
through, we at last succeeded in getting him 
fast once more, and started to the ship, but not, 
however, before he had made one or two un- 
successful attempts to climb into the launch. 
The placing of the noose over his head with the 
boat-hook had its disadvantages, and was rather 
dangerous, because we were compelled to go 
very close to the bear. 
We towed him to the ship, swung out the 
crane, fastened the hook onto the rope and, in 
the twinkling of an eye, Mr. Green, the mate, 
had hoisted him high into the air and swung 
him over the ship’s deck. This caused a wild 
stampede among the Eskimos, who were per- 
fectly familiar with the strength and power of 
a full-grown male 
polar bear. Willing 
hands were at the 
swinging tackle of 
the derrick, how- 
ever, and in another 
moment we had the 
roaring, raging 
monster over the 
gradually started to hatch of number 
drag the animal in- one hold. As soon 
to the water. It was FINALLY THE ROPE HELD. as he had been gent- 
a wonderful sight ly lowered down, 
to see this enormous brute with a strong rope 
just behind his fore-shoulders. He would rear 
on his hind legs, bite at the rope and jump up 
and down; but the good, old Standard Motor in 
the launch did not go back on us, and we stead- 
ily and surely dragged him towards the edge. 
Finally, seeing that the inevitable was coming, 
with a vicious growl he plunged into the water 
and started for the launch. 
We did not have much difficulty in keeping 
him out, except when we were turning the launch 
around and getting it going ahead toward the 
ship, half a mile distant. The way he churned 
the water, and twisted and surged was really 
thrilling, but he had left the ice-pans forever. 
We signalled the ship to move into open water, 
as we needed plenty of sea room in which to 
handle our bear, having had all the experience 
we wanted in the broken ice. 
After we had gotten some 200 or 300 yards 
away from the pan-ice, the big brute succeeded 
in getting out of the rope, and I was compelled 
to rope him again. This time he would not 
keep his head high enough out of the water to 
enable me to get the rope over him, so we were 
compelled to run up close, and hang the noose on 
all hands made a wild rush for the hatch to have 
a look at our pet. 
We found him surprisingly cool, merely sit- 
ting on his haunches, growling, and making the 
champing noise peculiar to bears when angry. 
The rope was still around him, but no weight 
being on it the noose was quite loose, and as 
soon as he moved around it fell off. 
The next day, to my surprise, our captive ate 
small pieces of bread and meat that were thrown 
down to him. Then the question arose, how shall 
we get him into the cage? We needed some of the 
coal under the bear, to keep the ship trimmed. It 
was a very serious situation, as the fireman did 
not show any willingness to go down for the coal. 
At once we set to work to knock our small cages 
to pieces, and build a larger one, some ten ft. long 
and six ft. broad and high. We used the iron bars 
for the door, and the sheet iron for the bottom. 
After starving our bear for four or five days, 
we placed a fine, juicy piece of walrus meat and 
a tub of fresh water inside the cage, and lowered 
it down to the bear. He started directly in, but 
the sailor who was working the trap-door let it 
drop too soon, and the bear held it up with his 
back while he backed out. 
