first birds, besides fulmars and ivory gulls, seen in days, flew 
overhead now. 
“Tommy,” resigned to his fate, and munching at sugar 
or swilling a thick dried-pea soup, with manifest content, 
made an interesting playmate at this period.* 
Casting off from a floe about nine, we steamed slowly 
through heavy ice all morning. 
In the afternoon, fog put a stop to hunting until nine at 
night, when three bear were chased. This pursuit resulted in 
BEERENBERG STOOD OUT CLEAR AND SHARP 
the quickest kill on the trip; within forty minutes of sighting 
the animals, all three lay dead on the deck. 
By ten o’clock of the 18th, as result, twenty bear had 
Aug. 18th been killed in all, the last of this score a young male, caught 
in the act of devouring a seal and falling a ready victim. An 
ice-ryper and two snad were killed the same day. 
Bleak, wintry weather was now at hand, with occasional 
Aug. 19th snow. Through the storm, at one time, a Polar bear was seen 
far ahead; then he disappeared in the ice. 
Another successful bear hunt later in the day afforded 
much the same story—sighting, pursuing across the ice and 
* Note.—Tommy was presented by the writer to the Cincinnati Zoological Gardens, 
and may be seen there to-day, a splendid specimen of Ursus 'Polaris —(Ice Bear). 
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