You would have rushed in and shouted to everybody, 'I've found a bear's track!' Instead I waited until night and when all the squaws had gone to bed I leisurely told the men who were chatting around the camp fire.

They wished to know if I knew where the cave was, and of course I assured them I could go directly to it.

The next morning early my uncle quietly aroused me, saying, 'Let's go and get that bear.' I was scared but had to go.

When we arrived he took some pieces of pitch-pine from his pocket, and lighting them, gave me one, and told me to stand at the mouth of the cave ready to shoot the bear, while he went in and drove it out.

I didn't like the idea, but I daren't confess my cowardice, for he at once went in.