I'm not afraid to die.

My legs are long--they hang down--the first bear that comes and I don't hit him, off goes my foot.
When he takes it I shall give you my gun and go.

You may yet be saved; but tell, oh, tell Mary Ann that I thought of her, that I prayed for her.' "'Good-bye, old fellow,' said he.
"'God bless you,' said I.
"By this time the bears were sitting in a circle all around the tree.
Yes," said Bonaparte impressively, fixing his eyes on the German, "a regular, exact, circle.

The marks of their tails were left in the snow, and I measured it afterward; a drawing-master couldn't have done it better.

It was that saved me.