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PALE FACES AND CLUBBED GUNS. 
motion. "We could hear his deep-toned growl and 
laboured breathing as he scattered the loose stones and 
sand in all directions, seemingly intent on burrowing 
a den in which to shelter himself from his relentless 
enemies. 
A round of loud and enthusiastic cheers broke from 
our party as he thus came down with a shock that 
in itself would have been enough to break the neck of 
any ordinary animal, and more than one tremulous 
arm pointed a Sharpe’s rifle toward the fallen monster. 
“ Don’t fire !” exclaimed a voice whose owner was 
evidently more collected than the rest of us. “He is 
done for, or Williams would draw on him with his 
double-barrel. Another cheer for the victory.” 
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We cheered with even more spirit than at first, and 
the ravined hills spread its notes far and wide upon the 
motionless air. 
It was a most unfortunate demonstration, and they 
were miserable ravines to lend their aid to our more 
miserable rejoicing. Bruin reared his bleeding front as 
the strange and unknown sounds broke upon his dead- 
ened ear, and, glaring around with flaming and blood- 
stained eyes, seemed to regain from them a portion of his 
paralyzed strength as he staggered toward the boulder, 
behind which our three friends retreated before his 
tlireatening approach. It was then an awful sight, as it 
is now a thrilling I'ecollection, — the doctor and Lawton, 
with their pale faces, well-braced limbs, and clubbed 
guns ; Williams, with his flushed cheek, bent knee, and 
levelled double-barrel. 
