Come an' see him." They went to the bear, now dead.

Sambo ran ahead of them and laid hold of the bear's stump of a tail and shook it savagely, as if inclined to take too much credit upon himself.

The hoop of the pack basket had so tight a hold upon the bear's neck that it took a strong pull to get it back over his head.

One side of the basket had been protected from the bear's claws by a pad of sole leather--the side which, when the basket was in use, rested on the back of its carrier.

His claws had cut nearly through it and torn a carrying strap into shreds.
"I guess he'd 'a' tore off his veil if the dog had give him a little more time," said Samson.