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Bobby of the Labrador eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 175 pages of information about Bobby of the Labrador.

CHAPTER XI

WHEN THE ICEBERG TURNED

But the bear had spent its vitality, and as Bobby sprang nimbly aside it fell at the very spot upon which the young hunter had stood when he delivered his last shot, struggled a little, gave a gasp or two, and died.  And when Jimmy came running up a moment later Bobby with great pride was standing by the side of his prostrate victim.

“We got him, Jimmy!  We got him!” said he in high glee, touching the carcass with his toe.

“But, Bobby, what a chance you took!” Jimmy exclaimed.  “Supposing you hadn’t stopped him!”

“No chance of that at all,” declared Bobby in his usual positive tone.  “All I wanted was time to load, and I knew I’d get him.”

“Well, I’m thankful you got him, instead of he getting you, and I was afraid for a minute he was going to get us both,” and Jimmy breathed relief, as he placed his foot against the dead bear.  “My, but he’s a big one!  I don’t think I ever saw a bigger one!”

“He is a ripper!” admitted Bobby proudly.  “Won’t the folks be glad!”

And Bobby was justified in his pride.  He had fired upon the beast in the first instance, not through the lust of killing but because he was prompted to do so by the instinct of the hunter who lives upon the product of his weapons.  In this far northern land it is the instinct of self-preservation to kill, for here if man would live he must kill.

In Labrador they butcher wild animals for food just as we butcher steers and sheep and hogs for food, and the only difference is that the wild creature, matching its instincts and fleetness and strength against the hunter’s skill, has a reasonable chance of escape, while our domestic animals, deprived of liberty, are driven helpless to the slaughter.

In our kindlier clime the rich soil, too, produces vegetables and fruits upon which we might do very well, if necessary, without ever eating meat; but in the bleak land where Bobby and Jimmy lived the summer is short and the soil is barren, and there are no vegetables, and no fruits save scattered berries on the inland hillsides.  And so it is that here men must depend upon flesh and fish for their existence and they must kill if they would live.

Every lad on The Labrador, therefore, is taught from earliest youth to take pride in his profession of hunter and trapper and fisherman—­for on The Labrador every man is a professional hunter and trapper and fisherman—­and to strive for skill and the praise of his elders, and Bobby was no exception to the rule.

And so it came about that Bobby at the age of thirteen proved himself a bold and brave hunter, and standing now over the carcass of his victim he felt a vast and consistent pride in his success; for it was no small achievement for a lad of his years to have killed, single-handed and poorly armed, a full grown polar bear.  It was an accomplishment, indeed, in which a grown man and a more experienced hunter than Bobby might have taken pride; and a grown man could scarcely have employed better tactics, or shown greater skill and courage, after the first foolhardy shot had been fired.

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