My Strange Rescue, and Other Stories of Sport and Adventure in Canada — John Shaqi
My Strange Rescue, and Other Stories of Sport and Adventure in CanadaOxley, J. Macdonald (James Macdonald)
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My Strange Rescue, and Other Stories of Sport and Adventure in Canada
Oxley, J. Macdonald (James Macdonald)
Canada -- Juvenile fiction; Canada -- Juvenile literature
"You’re a wise chap, Bruce," said Archie, clapping him on the back.
"You couldn’t have done much damage with that shot-gun, even if you had
stayed to introduce yourself. I’m awfully glad you’ve found the cave.
Father told me about these bears, and said he’d give a sovereign for
their tails. There’s an old she-bear and two half-grown cubs. I guess
it was the cubs you saw. The old woman must have been out visiting."
"If I’d known that they were only cubs I might have tried a dose of
small shot on them," said Bruce regretfully.
"It’s just as well you didn’t," answered Archie. "We’ll pay our
respects to them to-morrow. I’ll take my rifle, and you two load up
with ball in both barrels, and then we’ll be ready for business."
So it was all arranged in that way, and then, almost too excited to
sleep, the three lads settled down for the night, which could not be too
short to please them.
They were up bright and early the next morning, bolted a hasty
breakfast, and then proceeded to clean and load their guns with the
utmost care. Fred and Bruce each had fine double-barrelled guns, in one
barrel of which they put a bullet, and in the other a heavy load of
buckshot. Archie had his father’s rifle, and a very good one it was,
which he well knew how to use. Besides this each carried a keen-bladed
hunting-knife in his belt.
Thus armed and accoutred they set forth full of courage and in high
spirits. They had no difficulty in finding and following Bruce’s course
the day before, for Oscar, who seemed to thoroughly understand what they
were about, led them straight to the foot of the cliff, and would have
rushed right up to the cave again if Archie had not caught him and tied
him to a boulder. Then they sat down to study the situation. For them
to go straight up the ledge with the chance of the old bear charging
down upon them any moment would be foolhardy in the extreme. They must
find out some better way than that of besieging the bears’ stronghold.
"Hurrah!" exclaimed Archie, after studying the face of the cliff
earnestly. "I have it! Do you see that ledge over there to the left?
If we go round to the other side of the cliff we can get on that ledge
most likely, and it’ll take us to right over the shelf where the cave
is. We’ll try it, anyway."
Holding Oscar tight, they crept cautiously around the foot of the cliff,
and up at the left, until they reached the point Archie meant. There,
sure enough, they found the ledge two sharp eyes had discovered, and it
evidently led over toward the cave just as he hoped. Once more tying
the dog, who looked up at them in surprised protest, but was too well
trained to make any noise, the boys made their way slowly along the
narrow ledge, until at last they came to a kind of niche from which they
could look straight down upon the shelf, now only about fifteen feet
below them.
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