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Title: Wild sports in the far West
Year: 1859 (1850s)
Authors: Gerstäcker, Friedrich, 1816-1872 Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906
Subjects: Hunting -- Mississippi River Valley Ohio River Valley -- Description and travel Southwest, Old -- Description and travel
Publisher: Boston, Crosby, Nichols and co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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th very hungry. Presently a bearbroke through the bushes; a projecting rock stoppedhim for an instant, when Erskine saluted him with aball: he received mine as he rushed past, and dis-appeared. The dogs, encouraged to greater efforts byour shots and the stronger scent, followed him out,Bearsgrease, who was quite fresh, leading the van.They soon came up with him, and stopped him. Werushed to the spot without waiting to reload, andarrived in time to see the beast, excited to the greatestfury, kill four of our best dogs with as many blows ofhis paws; but the others only threw themselves onhim with the greater animosity, and if our rifles hadbeen loaded we could not have used them. Just as alarge powerful brown dog which had furiously attackedthe bear was knocked over bleeding and howling,Erskine called out, Oh, save the dogs, threw downhis rifle, and rushed on with his knife among thefurious group; I followed on the instant. When thebear saw us coming, he exerted still more force to beat
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THE FATAL BEAR HUNT. OUR FATAL TEMERITY ERSKINES DEATH. 341 off the dogs, and meet us. Seizing his opportunity,mj comrade ran his steel into his side. The bearturned on him Hke lightning, and seized him; heuttered a shrill piercing shriek. Driven to desperationby the sight, I plunged my knife three times into tliemonsters body with all my force, v.dthout thinking ofjumping back; at the third thrust the bear turnedupon me. Seeing his paw coming, I attempted to evadethe blow, felt a sharp pang, and sunk senseless to theground. Wlien I recovered my senses, Bearsgrease waslicking the blood from my face. On attempting torise, I felt a severe pain in my left side, and was unableto move my left arm. On making a fresh effort torise, I succeeded in sitting up. The bear was close tome, and — less than three feet from him lay Erskine,stiff and cold. I sprang up with a cry of horror, andrushed towards him. It was too true ; he was bathedin blood, his face torn to pieces, his right shoulderalmos

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