. St. Nicholas [serial] . r the edge of the cliff. With great, gruff howls of pain, bjorn drew ithastily off, and began backing carefully down thecliff; but his courage returning as the pain abated,he once more began to scale the jagged rocks. Gae, Eirik! Gae ! [Go! go!] Fetch thehay from the skiff! cried Jon. 344 AN ENCOUNTER WITH A POLAR BEAR. [March, Nai, nai [no, no], brother! Gae thyself. Iam the stronger. I will stand in thy shoon here! And with his blue eyes flashing, and his yellow hairflying in the breeze, Eirik stood on the cliffs andhurled great stones and turfs down into the veryfa
. St. Nicholas [serial] . r the edge of the cliff. With great, gruff howls of pain, bjorn drew ithastily off, and began backing carefully down thecliff; but his courage returning as the pain abated,he once more began to scale the jagged rocks. Gae, Eirik! Gae ! [Go! go!] Fetch thehay from the skiff! cried Jon. 344 AN ENCOUNTER WITH A POLAR BEAR. [March, Nai, nai [no, no], brother! Gae thyself. Iam the stronger. I will stand in thy shoon here! And with his blue eyes flashing, and his yellow hairflying in the breeze, Eirik stood on the cliffs andhurled great stones and turfs down into the veryface of bjorn, who, though somewhat exhausted,climbed steadily up, unmindful now of these slight moment, and then the cruel white face was abovethe cliff, and with a quick stroke the pike-staff waswhirled rods away, and the long claws were struckinto Eiriks coarse vadmal trousers. Oh, speed thee ! Speed thee, Jon ! shriekedEirik, in great terror, wrenching himself free, asthe sharp nails tore through the stout woolen rHE BOYS RESORT TO A DESPERATE missiles, his teeth showing angrily, and his eyesfixed grimly on the little Norse boy, who was sobravely defying his great, fierce strength. Again a huge paw, bleeding slowly from previouswounds, was thrust up over the cliff, and again aseries of quick, energetic stabs from Eiriks pike-staff forced him to let go his hold. But only for a Here I am, brother ! Hold out! Hold out! cried Jon, staggering up under the load of hay-bundles ; and casting them on the ground, he drewa match from a little leathern pouch worn abouthis neck, struck it on a lava shim, and applied it toone of the bundles. In a second it was ablaze, and,smoking, hissing, and flaming, it was tumbled into Bi.] MYSTERY IN A MANSION. 345 the big bosom of the bear, now well over the edgeof the cliff. This was too much. His long hair caught theflames, and they sped over his yellow-white coatlike a flash; and, retreating too hurriedly, the greatbrute went tumbling and r
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