The howling of the bear, and the frenzied barking of the dogs, with their sharp cries of pain as the claws of the monster tore their flesh, and the deathly struggle witnessed as they rolled over and over each other in the fierce fight, presented a terrific spectacle.
Crockett hastened to the aid of his dogs.

As soon as the bear saw him approach, he forsook the inferior, and turned with all fury upon the superior foe.

Crockett was hurrying forward with his tomahawk in one hand and his big butcher-knife in the other, when the bear, with eyes flashing fire, rushed upon him.

Crockett ran back, seized his rifle, and with a third bullet penetrated the monster's brain and he fell dead.

The dogs and their master seemed to rejoice alike in their great achievement.
By the route which Crockett had pursued, he was about twelve miles from home.