Her shape, as well as general appearance, convinced him it was the "cinnamon" bear--a variety of the black, and one of the best tree-climbers of the kind.

This was soon put beyond dispute, as Basil saw the animal throw her great paws around the trunk, and commence crawling upward! It was a fearful moment.

Lucien and Francois both leaped back to the ground, uttering shouts of warning and despair.

Francois picked up his gun, and without hesitating a moment ran to the foot of the tree, and fired both barrels into the hips of the bear.

The small shot hardly could have penetrated her thick shaggy hide.