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Show is going to war. Squating down by the side of a tree, taking a slcady aim, I fired. Soon as my gun cracked, bruin wheeled and went off out of sight. The report of my gun was long and loud, the echo bounding bound-ing from hill to hill, which to me was terrible, and it seemed that I could hear something running in all directions, but I could see nothing. All at once there was a dreadful groaning. This frightened me as I believed it was the bear, and I thought if there were any others in the vicinity, they might come and I be in danger of being squeezed to death in their huge arms. Loosing no time in reoadingmy gun, I stood in breathless silence for some time, but seeing nothing, I cautiously ventured up to where the bear had stood and found that if I had hit him, the ball from my rifle had gone through his body and lodged in a beach tree. Proceeding coutiously in the direction he had gone, his trail being easily followed as he had torn the ground and leaves up as he went. I had not proceeded far when I beheld half a dozen spotted fawns, with tails up and at play. This took my attention and for some time I tried to get one of them, but they were too shy and smart to be caught by a hunter. It was now nearly dark and I did not find bruin until "i came back the next morning. He was stone dead and the meat entirely spoiled. I skinned him, cut off one of his fore-pows, and took them home. An oik bear hunter told me, afterwards, after-wards, that whenever I shot a bear and heard it groan, not to be afraid to venture up to it, for the breath was then leaving the body and the bear dying. More anon. Young Hunter. J An Incident. When I was a boy I lived in a game country and at proper seasons of the year my father's table was supplied with fat venson, wild turkey, honey from bee trees, and when I was about 18 years of age my father made me the owner of a rifle and I was as proud of it as a Knight is of his golden spurs. Shortly after this I set out to watch a lick. A lick is a Salt or Saline spring where the deer frequent in warm weather to lick and drink the saline waters. It was while on my way to one of those licks I espied a black bear. It was the first I had ever met in the woods. Every hair must have stood erect lick bristles on a hogs back when he |