Canada, Eastern -- Description and travel -- Fiction; Outdoor life -- Canada, Eastern -- Fiction
“Oh, yes; lots of partridges and rabbits. Last fall I kills a deer and
gets a crack at a bear, but misses; and last winter I shoots two
foxes.”
“You must be a dandy hunter. I’ve never hunted any yet, but I expect
to. Never went before where there was anything to hunt. This is my
first gun. I’ve got a shotgun too.”
“That’s the gun for partridges, unless you shoots their heads off with
the rifle. Mostly I shoots their heads off with a rifle, but sometimes
I misses. Mine’s a 44--Dad’s old one. He got a new 30-30 and gave me
his old one.”
“I’d like to see it. You got it with you?”
“Yes, it’s down in the fo’c’sl.”
“Here! Bring your gun, youngster! Bring your gun! Here’s a shot for
you!” called Captain Bluntt. “Here now!”
Paul ran forward.
“Where? What is it?” he asked excitedly.
“There, on that pan! That yellow spot. See un? See un? That’s a water
bear, and he’s asleep. Get ready now and shoot un!”
Paul’s excitement was intense. He nervously slipped some cartridges in
the magazine and raised the rifle to his shoulder.
“Set up your sights, lad! Set up your sights! And cock your piece!
Cock your piece! You can’t shoot till she’s cocked. Dan, look sharp
now, an’ tell the gentlemen there’s a bear sighted! Now, youngster!
Now! Don’t hurry. Take your time. Why you’re shakin’! Steady down!
Steady down! That’s right. Careful!”
With tremendous effort Paul steadied his nerves, and bang! The yellow
spot rose. Sure enough, it _was_ a bear, and it began to bite at its
side.
“You hit un! You hit un, lad! Fine! Fine! Give un another!”
Paul fired again, but his nerves had got the better of him, and the
shot went wide, as did several other shots. Captain Bluntt rang the
engines to “stop,” as Remington and Ainsworth, rifles in hand, reached
the deck. The bear had slipped off the ice pan and taken to the water;
at which Remington called--
“Launch the power boat!”
In a jiffy Captain Bluntt had men at the ropes.
“Come, Paul, we’re going after him,” said Remington.
“Take the tiller, Dan! Take the tiller of that boat!” commanded the
Captain.
In less time than it requires to relate, the boat was off and in
pursuit, Dan steering with skill, Remington, Ainsworth, and Paul ready
with their rifles.
CHAPTER III
A HUSKY CAMP
The boat gained upon the bear rapidly, and had nearly overtaken it
when suddenly it turned to the left, interposing a small pan of ice
between it and its pursuers, effectually hiding it from their view.
Dan made a short cut around the opposite side of the pan, and as the
boat shot out behind the ice its bow nearly struck the bear. The
pursuers were no less surprised than the pursued, and as the boat
darted past, the bear made a vicious lunge with its powerful paw,
caught it amidships and nearly capsized it.
Dan made a graceful swing, and brought the hunters almost too close to
the animal to permit the use of guns. It charged them again, but Dan,
on the lookout for this maneuver, neatly avoided it.
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