Rod and gun . leanto—they rusted when kept inthe warm shack. Three of us rushed 136 ROD AND GUX IX CANADA out and tumbled over one another in oarhaste to get our guns while the other?followed the cook to the edge of the bankfrom which he had sighted the bear. Hewas coming alright—on the gallop, andclose behind him were two more. Well,that was enough for the spectators andthey rushed back to safety in the shack,barring the door and incidentally lock-ing us out. I happened to be the first to get holdof mv rifle and thrnwing the lever a> I last used it but for a few seconds I wasvery doubtful
Rod and gun . leanto—they rusted when kept inthe warm shack. Three of us rushed 136 ROD AND GUX IX CANADA out and tumbled over one another in oarhaste to get our guns while the other?followed the cook to the edge of the bankfrom which he had sighted the bear. Hewas coming alright—on the gallop, andclose behind him were two more. Well,that was enough for the spectators andthey rushed back to safety in the shack,barring the door and incidentally lock-ing us out. I happened to be the first to get holdof mv rifle and thrnwing the lever a> I last used it but for a few seconds I wasvery doubtful of my memorj-. I pumpedthe gun again and fired from the looking to see the effect of myshot, I turned and ran two or three stepstowards the shack. The place seemed tobe full of bears—all about us. I glancedback and was relieved to see none in pur-suit. What I did see was Mr. Bear, downbelow the bank and slowly crawling to-wards the river. He went but twentyfeet before he stopped, stone Another Cree Winter Camp. ran I made for the edge of the bank to geta clear shot at the leader. But he wasthere before I was and I almost ran intohis outstretched forepaws as he rose onhis hind quarters and reached halfwayover the bank. He was only ten feetfrom me when I raised my gun andhastily pulled the trigger. The old Win-chester failed to answer. For a momentI was undecided whether to try again orrun for the shack. I recollected havingleft a few shells in the magazine when I Get the others! I shouted to the boys,Ive got this one! The other two hadbeen but a few yards behind the leaderand at my shot had stopped and they did so the boys fired. Grahamhit one and there was a howl of pain andfright as two white objects, with a rushdisappeared into the darkness, river-wards. Allan, with cocked rifle, chargedafter them. But in less than ten minutes,he returned, unsuccessful. I was right alongside of them several FOLLOWING THE FUR TRAIL ^57 times, he breathlessly
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