BRANDY AND A WARM BED FOR A BAD SCARE. 42 .') 
then actually ran away from me as fast as liis legs couM 
carry him. Slowly I recovered my breath, more slowly 
still my strength, until finally I felt able to examine for 
injuries. Singular as the assertion may seem, I had 
escaped with a few quite severe bruises, a sprained wrist, 
and a good ducking; and, the captain soon arriving in a 
boat, I was taken on board, dosed with brandy, and 
covered up warmly in bed. For the next few days I was 
quite contented to remain quietl}" on board ; but a week 
later I was induced to join in a bear-hunt, which resulted 
in great danger to three of the mess. I never tried the 
depth of another Siberian ford, however. This “bear- 
hunt” is the second adventure of which I spoke. As it 
will be a rather lengthy account, I will put it at the head 
of the twenty-second chapter. 
