We were in the midst of dinner when down the beach came a great, white,
swaggering bear, sniffing the air from side to side, for the fumes of
bacon, sausage, and fried potatoes which happened just then to be in the
pan. The suddenness of the apparition froze every drop of sporting blood
in my veins; but this perhaps, is not so much to be marveled at, when it
is remembered that we had left our arms and ammunition in the air ship,
full fifty yards away, though fortunately in the other direction.
Dropping the remains of dinner on the ground, we ran with one accord and
mortifying speed to the big machine, tumbled in over the side, and
hauled up the ladder with a dexterity never before equalled. Here we
armed ourselves with a couple of Winchester rifles, and then crawled up
on deck to watch the enemy. It was a painful sight to see our excellent
repast scattered right and left, nosed, pawed, and devoured before our
very eyes; but it was satisfactory to observe that the beast burned his
mouth and paws in his greediness. When he got through licking his chops
and sucking his fingers he had time to look around, and catching sight
of the air ship, was surprised. Evidently he was familiar with that
part of the coast and had never seen such a thing before. We decided to
wait until curiosity had brought him nearer, which it was not long in
doing. Still sniffing, now probably for danger, the monster slowly
approached, and when two-thirds of the distance had been covered, he
stopped suddenly, overcome with astonishment. It was our time to fire,
and crack went the rifles, almost at the same instant. It had been
previously agreed that I was to aim for the head, while Torrence was to
shoot immediately behind the shoulder. The animal started up with a
snort, surprised and wounded. He showed his teeth and snapped as he
caught sight of us, and then turned and began licking his wound. I was
surprised that he had not keeled over stone dead, for as the blood
trickled down over his long, dirty, white hair it looked to me as if it
issued from a vital point, but it was difficult to tell. Presently the
sound of our voices renewed his anger, and he came at us, on a gallop.
We waited until he touched the vessel, when, just as we were about to
fire again, the bear raised himself upon his hind legs as if trying to
get a foothold to board us, and rolled over dead without a struggle. We
discharged our rifles into the animal’s skull as he lay there, and then
after a few minutes went to work upon him. It was a great find, as he
was large and fat. We soon had him bled, and cut up into convenient
sizes. We left the skin for other explorers, not caring to bother with
it, but the principal part of the meat was carefully stowed on board.
After this adventure we went back and finished our dinner, or rather we
cooked another; this time being careful to carry the rifles with us.
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