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As Tim finished the sentence, he dropped the noose so deftly over the bear's head and paws that it went right down to his waist. This was an unlooked-for piece of good fortune. The utmost the hunter had hoped for was to noose the creature round the neck.
I caught them, and shook them, and shook him, and made him take a step forward; then I slap him on the back again, and said loud: 'Come, come, Babiche, don't you know me? See Babiche, the snow's no sleeping-bunk, and a polar bear's no good friend. 'Corinne! he went on, soft and slow. 'Ma p'tite Corinne! He smiled to himself; and I said, 'Where've you been, Babiche?
No end of stags and foxes ambled slowly past us, but we did not even aim at them; the bear was our watchword. The beaters had pretty nearly finished their work. We were standing only fifty paces or so apart, so we began to chat together. 'I begin to be sorry for your hundred ducats, said Leonard. 'I am still sorrier for the lost bear's skin, said I. 'It is in Wallachia by this time! he replied.
You would have rushed in and shouted to everybody, 'I've found a bear's track! Instead I waited until night and when all the squaws had gone to bed I leisurely told the men who were chatting around the camp fire. They wished to know if I knew where the cave was, and of course I assured them I could go directly to it.
She flung back her head, and he thought of a wonderful golden-bronze flower. He heard her laugh, and cry out to Tara, and when the grizzly climbed up a bit of steep slide she leaned forward and became a part of the bear's back, her curls shimmering in the thick ruff of Tara's neck.
"I'll be bound to say he has even taught Mekipiros to go down on his hams." "Ho, ho, ho! Call him in! Come hither, Mekipiros, you bear's cub, you!" Mekipiros came in. "Come hither, I would box your chaps. There, take that! What, still grinning, eh? There's another then! Weep immediately, sirrah! can't you! Pull a wry mug! So! Put your hands together! Cast down your eyes! So! And now fire away!"
And you others need not believe a word of the bear's nonsense. I am much taller than you and I can see a long way over the forest. But as far away as I can see there is nothing but oak-trees." The little oak remained shamefaced and silent and the other big trees whispered softly to one another, for they had a great respect for the old one.
All about this hole the small branches were broken. Mr. Henry looked at the snow. There were no bear tracks in it. So he thought that an old bear had climbed up into the tree before the snow fell. Bears sleep nearly all winter. They do not even come out to get anything to eat. Mr. Henry told the Indians about the tree. There was no way of getting up to the bear's hole.
Its blade gleamed and descended a blow that might have easily broken the bear's back if it had gone true but which now seemed only to infuriate him the more. The bear reared up, reeled, and lashed down; and dying though he was, he struck with incredible power.
There was a cry of horror, and at the same moment a volley was fired at the bear's head, for the trappers felt that it was better to risk shooting their comrades than see them killed before their eyes. Fortunately the bullets took effect, and tumbled him over at once without doing damage to either of the men, although several of the balls just grazed Henri's temple and carried off his cap.
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