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Updated: August 12, 2026

Then tying a long piece of rope to the hound's collar, that she might not follow too fast, he said, "Here, Hecla, good dog," indicating the beast's track in the snow. "Sic, Si-c-c-c-c." As the strong bear scent fumed into the old hound's nostrils, the hair rose upon her neck and she stood uncertain. "Si-c-c-c-c," repeated the man sternly.

Clarence Hawkes - Black Bruin: The Biography of a Bear