Personal Memoirs of a Residence of Thirty Years with the Indian Tribes on the American Frontiers eBook

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Personal Memoirs of a Residence of Thirty Years with the Indian Tribes on the American Frontiers eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,003 pages of information about Personal Memoirs of a Residence of Thirty Years with the Indian Tribes on the American Frontiers.
when he rose his bowels fell upon his knees.  He at first supposed that it was his powder-horn that had fallen upon his knees, but looking down, saw his entrails.  The dam then repeated her blow, striking him upon the left cheek, the forenail entering just below the left eye, and tore out the cheek-bone, a part of the jaw, including three teeth, maimed his tongue, and tore down the flesh so that it hung upon his left shoulder.

He now fell back exhausted with the loss of blood, and being conquered, the bears ceased to molest him.  But consciousness was not gone; he heard them walk off.  He lay some time.  He opened and shut his hands, and found he had not lost the use of them.  He moved his neck, and found it had its natural motion.  He then raised himself up into a sitting posture, and gathering up some grass, put it first to his left eye and cheek to wipe off the blood, but found that it struck the bone.  He then passed it to his right cheek, wiped down the blood, and opening his eye, found he could see clearly.  He saw his gun, powder-horn, and knife scattered about.  He then got up, having bound his wounds.

He had at this time no clothing upon his body but the moccasin upon his left foot.  He took his gun, re-primed it, and while in the act of priming, heard the peculiar noise this animal utters, and turning, saw the old bear close upon him.  He put the muzzle into her mouth, and again missed fire.  All hope now was lost, and all idea of resistance.  They pawed and tore him at will, he knows not how long.  At one time they seized him by the neck and dragged him some distance.  They then once more left him.

After they left him, he lay some time.  He then bethought himself that possibly he might still be able to rise and return to his camp, which was not distant.  After some exertion and preparation, he got up, and again took his gun and powder-horn and knife.  He picked the flint, addressing his gun, saying, “that the bears could not kill it, and that he hoped the gun would have more courage,” &c., and putting it on his shoulder, commenced his way to his camp.

He had not proceeded far when the snorting of the old dam before him reminded him of his danger.  He found his limbs stiff and swollen, and that he could not bring up the gun to his shoulder to take aim.  He held it before him, and when the dam, still in front, advanced near him, fired at her head, and the ball entered just behind the shoulder.  She fell dead.  He saw the smoke issue from the wound.

One of the yearlings now rose on his hind paws and growled.  He raised his knife (which was in his left hand, upon which the gun rested on firing), and made a pass at the bear, which the latter avoided by throwing himself to one side.  The third bear now rose up before him, but at a greater distance than the second, and he made a pass at him, but found him out of reach.  Yet the bear threw himself to one side, as the former had done.

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