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In the Heart of the Rockies eBook

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G. A. (George Alfred) Henty

“Hist!” he said in a low tone.  “Something comes!”

The men all seized their rifles and listened intently.  Presently they heard a soft step on the snow outside, then there was a snuffing sound.

“B’ar!” the Indian said.

A moment later a great head reared itself over the bushes at the entrance.  Five rifles rang out, the two Indians reserving their fire; the report was followed by the dull sound of a heavy fall outside.

“Wait a moment,” Harry said sharply, as the others were preparing to rush out, “let us make sure he is dead.”

“He is dead enough,” Jerry said.  “I reckon even a grizzly cannot walk off with five bullets in his head.”

Harry looked over the screen.  “Yes, he is dead enough; anyhow he looks so.  Waal, this is a piece of luck.”  They all stepped out on to the platform.

“Is it a grizzly, uncle?” Tom asked excitedly.

“He is a grizzly, sure enough.  You don’t want to see his colour to know that.  Look at his size.”

“Why, he is as big as a cow.”

“Ay, lad, and a big cow too.  You go in and make up the fire while we cut off enough meat for supper.”

The fact that they had eaten a meal but half an hour before, went for nothing; slices of bear-meat were soon frizzling, and as hearty a meal was eaten as if no food had been tasted since the previous day.  The men were in the highest spirits; the fact that they were out of meat had been the greatest drawback to the prospect of being shut up for perhaps a week, for badly-baked bread is but a poor diet to men accustomed to live almost exclusively upon meat.

“What brought the bear down here?” Tom asked.

“Curiosity at first perhaps, and then hunger,” his uncle replied.  “I expect he was going along on the path above when he saw the light among the leaves, and then no doubt he smelt the bread, and perhaps us and the horses, and came down to see what he could get.

“Curiosity is a bad fault, Tom.  You have had two lessons in that this evening.  Bear in mind that in this part of the world the safest plan is always to attend strictly to your own business.”

All thought of sleep was for the present dissipated; their pipes were again lighted, and it was midnight before they lay down.  In the morning the bear was with some difficulty skinned and cut up, the joints being left outside to freeze through.  The snow still fell steadily, but the wind had almost died down.  Sallying out they cut five or six long poles, and with some difficulty fixed these from above across from the cliff to the outstanding rock, pushed the bear’s-skin across them, and lashed it there, its bulk being sufficient to cover the space above the fire and a considerable portion of their dwelling room.

After breakfast snow was again melted for the horses, and the work for the day thus done they seated themselves contentedly round the fire.

CHAPTER X

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