A man from Mistassini who was coming down the river in a canoe landed near our place and spoke to us thiswise:--'Look after your sheep; the bears came and killed a heifer last week quite close to the houses.' So your mother and I went off that evening to the pasture to drive the sheep into the pen for the night so that the bears would not devour them.
"I took one side and she the other, as the sheep used to scatter among the alders.

It was growing dark, and suddenly I heard Laura cry out: 'Oh, the scoundrels!' Some animals were moving in the bushes, and it was plain to see they were not sheep, because in the woods toward evening sheep are white patches.

So, ax in hand, I started off running as hard as I could.

Later on, when we were on the way back to the house, your mother told me all about it.

She had come across a sheep lying dead, and two bears that were just going to eat it.