BRINGING HOME TEE BEAR . 
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blueberry bushes, — you can see how thick the 
berries are in there. Well, I thought, I must be 
careful; there are lots of folks berrying, and I 
should hate to put one of these pills into a wo¬ 
man picking blueberries. It would settle her 
right off. So I peeked round, till I was dead 
sure it was a bear, and then I let drive — at 
what I could see. The ball hit him in his side 
not far back of his shoulder, and he gave an 
awful roar and started out this way. I climbed 
up on this big boulder, five feet out of harm’s 
way, and waited. He was letting out roars and 
then drawing awful deep breaths. You could 
hear those gasps a mile. I could not see him, 
he was in so thick in the bushes. But then he 
began to drag himself off towards old Coroway 
and I started after him. I heard him go ker¬ 
chunk down this ledge, and then I caught sight 
of his head and let him have another, and a 
third ball, but they didn’t seem to stop him a 
bit, just glanced off his skull, I s’pose. Well, 
he got down ’most a hundred feet before I could 
get a sight at his side again, but when I did, I 
put one in where it stopped his gasping and 
kicking.” 
During this narrative we had followed the 
hunter through the network of trees, bushes, 
and brambles, tracing the track made by the 
bear in his agony. Branches were broken, 
