Forest, Lake and Prairie: Twenty Years of Frontier Life in Western Canada—1842-62McDougall, John
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Forest, Lake and Prairie: Twenty Years of Frontier Life in Western Canada—1842-62
McDougall, John
Frontier and pioneer life -- Northwest, Canadian; McDougall, John, 1842-1917; Northwest, Canadian -- Description and travel
Just then I saw a lone tree standing on the plain right in the course
the bear was taking and it flashed upon me what to do. I will ride
up between the bear and the tree, jump off, let the bear come close,
and then if I miss him I will drop my gun and make for that tree. I
felt I could leave the bear in a fair run for that distance. We
required the food, and I wanted to kill that bear. With all my heart
I wished to do this, and now I was opposite, and my horse began to
shy and jump; so I uncoiled my lariat and let it drag, to make it
easier to catch my horse, and, jumping from his back, I let him go;
and now the bear, seeing me between him and the brush, showed the
white of his teeth, put back his ears, and came at me straight.
I looked at the tree, measured the distance, cocked my gun, and let
him come until he almost touched the muzzle, and then fired.
Fortunately my bullet went into his brain, and down he dropped at my
feet, and I was for the time the proudest man in Canada.
Mark my astonishment when Peter came at me vehemently in this wise:
"You young rascal! what made you jump off your horse? That bear
might have killed you. It was all an accident, your killing him.
Your father put you in my care. If anything had happened to you,
what could I say to him?"
[Illustration: I KILL MY FIRST BEAR]
I stood there in my folly, yet proud of it; but I saw I must change
the subject, so I looked innocently up at Peter, and said, "Do you
think he is fat?" Then a smile lit up Peter's face, and he said,
"Fat! Why, yes; he is shaking with fat;" and jumping from his horse,
he grasped his knife and laid open the brisket of the bear to verify
his words, and sure enough the fat was there.
And now, as the food supply was fixed for a day or two, the next
question was to bring our party together.
For this purpose Peter said to me, "Gallop away to the top of yonder
hill and look out for our people, and when you see them, ride your
horse to and fro until they see you, and when they see you and turn
toward you, you can come back to me."
So I galloped away to the distant hill, and presently saw our party
coming over another; and riding my horse to and fro in short space,
soon attracted their attention, and they diverged towards me; and
when I was sure of the direction, I rode back to Peter, who had the
bear skinned and cut up by this time, and when our folks came to us,
we concluded to camp right there for Sunday.
We could not have had a lovelier spot to dwell in for a time.
Very soon we had bear ribs roasting by the fire, and bear steak
frying in the pan.
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