The old bear didn't want to run, and he never broke till we got most upon him; but then he buckled for it, I tell you.

When they overhauled him he just rared up on his hind legs, and he boxed the dogs 'bout at a mighty rate.

He hugged old Tiger and another, till he dropped 'em nearly lifeless; but the others worried him, and after a while they all come to, and they give him trouble.

They are mighty apt, I tell you, to give a bear trouble before they leave him.
"'Twas a mighty pretty fight--'twould have done any one's soul good to see it, just to see how they all rolled about.

It was as much as I could do to keep the strangers from shooting him; but I wouldn't let 'em, for fear they would kill some of my dogs.