T08 THE OLD DOG BEAR AND MIS WIFE. 
Another bear adventure is worth recording. One day 
when out from the hut I spied two bears on the long 
sloping hill which leads down to the Crags ; I had a long 
and exciting stalk down to them, and got to the edge 
of the shola on the hill above which they were feeding 
about 150 yards away; I could not get closer to them, 
so I stood watching them from behind a tree for a long 
time hoping they would approach nearer* How busy they 
were, turning up the stones for ants and digging under the 
tufts of grass for grubs — so comical iji all their movements— 
evidently an old dog bear and his wife. After waiting until 
my patience was nearly exhausted and the sun nearly setting, 
we decided to go round the hill and get above them. We 
soon got round and I was pleased to find the wind blowing 
strong in our faces as we crept up the hill ; on looking over 
the crest there was the back of Mr. B. not forty yards from 
us, a step forward exposed the whole of his broadside. He 
was busy digging, and a little below him, there was Mrs. II 
looking hard at me. There was not a moment to lose, so 
with a steady aim, I planted a projectile behind his shoulder. 
He jumped up into the air, bit at the wound, and then rushed 
furiously at Mrs, B., she like a proper spirited female imme- 
diately resented such untoward treatment, and the row the 
two made as they tumbled over one another was something 
tremendous, I took a pot shot at the black mass as it rolled 
about, but the rille missed fire, the report of the cap, however, 
made them look up, they separated, and bolted- I ran down 
the liill after them and put another ball into Mr. B. iis he 
stood up for an instant with his back towards me. His 
progress down the hill was now most absurd, all the time 
singing out lustily, and after running for a few paces, 
