But When I Led The Way To The Fatal Spot, And Pointed Out The Bear,
Lying Peacefully Wrapped In His Own Skin, Something Like Terror
Seized The Boarders, And Genuine Excitement The Natives.
It was a
no-mistake bear, by George!
And the hero of the fight well, I will
not insist upon that. But what a procession that was, carrying the
bear home! and what a congregation, was speedily gathered in the
valley to see the bear! Our best preacher up there never drew
anything like it on Sunday.
And I must say that my particular friends, who were sportsmen,
behaved very well, on the whole. They didn't deny that it was a
bear, although they said it was small for a bear. Mr... Deane, who
is equally good with a rifle and a rod, admitted that it was a very
fair shot. He is probably the best salmon fisher in the United
States, and he is an equally good hunter. I suppose there is no
person in America who is more desirous to kill a moose than he. But
he needlessly remarked, after he had examined the wound in the bear,
that he had seen that kind of a shot made by a cow's horn.
This sort of talk affected me not. When I went to sleep that night,
my last delicious thought was, "I've killed a bear!"
II
LOST IN THE WOODS
It ought to be said, by way of explanation, that my being lost in the
woods was not premeditated.
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