. The hunter and the trapper in North America; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest . his hatchet in the other, he began toforage among the decayed timber. He had scaicely com-menced this game before a bear sprang to the opening;but the guide dealt him on the skull so tenible a blowthat, giowling and moaning, he retiied to the further endof his asylum. The stake was again thrust into the opening, and thestirring recommenced. As the noise had ceased, I pro-posed, at all hazards, to fiie a bullet into the ball went on its way whistling, and a few secondsafterwards a cub, sca
. The hunter and the trapper in North America; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest . his hatchet in the other, he began toforage among the decayed timber. He had scaicely com-menced this game before a bear sprang to the opening;but the guide dealt him on the skull so tenible a blowthat, giowling and moaning, he retiied to the further endof his asylum. The stake was again thrust into the opening, and thestirring recommenced. As the noise had ceased, I pro-posed, at all hazards, to fiie a bullet into the ball went on its way whistling, and a few secondsafterwards a cub, scarcely so big as a fox, sprang out,bounded to the edge of the lake, and phmged into its 294 DEATH OF THE SHE-BEAU. Avaters. One of my comrades and myself discharged ourguns at liim; I was the more fortunate of the two; mylall struck the animal, who ceased all movement, and, bythe aid of the boat, was soon brought back to the shore. Meanwhile the third hunter had fired again into thebottom of the cave. Nothing stirred. A profound silenceprevailed in the dark burrow. We resolved to open it. HIS BEOAN TO FORAGE AMONG THE DECAYED TIMBER. up to the day by removing all the leaves and branches,and lo! in the lair lay dead the she-bear, whose skull hadbeen s})lit open by our guides hatchet. A single bullet—it was mine—had terminated her days. We found it inher body when stripping off the skin; and as my gunwas the only one of No. 16 calibre, my comrades werecompelled to own that I was king of the chase. Theguide alone divided with me the honours of victory. Heie follows another stoiy of hunting the giisly bear,which was told to me by the hero of it:— AN SETTLEK. 295 Dining my residence in tlie town of St. Lonis, in tlieUnited States, I had occasion to associate myself withsome of tliose adventuvons mercliants wlio cany on adangerous but hicrative traffic in tlie centre of the Ame-riciin desert. Their absence Ls sometimes prolonged forupwards of six months ; they go from o
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