In a few moments I heard terrific growlings and roarings and then the bear rushed out.
I banged away and he fell, and I was proud to tell my uncle, when he came out, that I had killed the bear.

'No, you didn't,' said he; 'your shots all went wild.

Here's the shot that killed him,' and sure enough it was a shot of a different size from that of my gun." "Another time when I found a bear in a cave he said, 'You must go in this time and drive out the bear.' I was sure I couldn't do it, but he insisted, and thrusting the lighted sticks into my hands bade me crawl in, keeping my eyes fixed the while, as soon as I saw them, upon those of the bear.

I was to keep my back to the wall, and when I got well in, was to dash the light behind the bear and give a yell.

I crawled in all right and soon got to where I could just about stand up, but when I saw the bear and he began to growl I was scared and backed out pretty quick and said I didn't have light enough.