I FIND A COMPANION
The next spring was late. We had a return of cold weather long after
winter ought to have been over, and for a month or more after I moved
out it was no easy matter to find food enough. The snow had been
unusually deep, and had only half melted when the cold returned,
so that the remaining half stayed on the ground a long while, and
sometimes it took me all my time, grubbing up camas roots, turning
over stones and logs, and ripping the bark off fallen trees, to find
enough to eat to keep me even moderately satisfied. Besides the mice
and chipmunks which I caught, I was forced by hunger to dig woodchucks
out of their holes, and eat the young ones, though hitherto I had never
eaten any animal so large.
Somehow, in one way and another, I got along, and when spring really
came I felt that I was a full-grown bear, and no longer a youngster who
had to make way for his elders when he met them in the path. Nor was
it long before I had an opportunity of seeing that other bears also
regarded me no longer as a cub.
I had found a bees' nest about ten feet up in a big tree, and of course
climbed up to it; but it was one of those cases of which I have spoken,
when the game was not worth the trouble. The nest was in a cleft in the
tree too narrow for me to get my arm into, and I could smell the honey
a foot or so away from my nose without being able to reach it--than
which I know nothing more aggravating. And while you are hanging on to
a tree with three paws, and trying to squeeze the fourth into a hole,
the bees have you most unpleasantly at their mercy. I was horribly
stung about my face, both my eyes and my nose were smarting abominably,
and at last I could stand it no longer, but slid down to the ground
again.
When I reached the ground, there was another bear standing a few yards
away looking at me. He had a perfect right to look at me, and he was
doing me no sort of harm; but the stings of the bees made me furious,
and I think I was glad to have anybody or anything to vent my wrath
upon. So as soon as I saw the other bear I charged him. He was an
older bear than I, and about my size; and, as it was the first real
fight that I had ever had, he probably had more experience. But I had
the advantage of being thoroughly angry and wanting to hurt someone,
without caring whether I was hurt myself or not, while he was feeling
entirely peaceable, and not in the least anxious to hurt me or anybody
else. The consequence was that the impetuosity of my first rush was
more than he could stand. Of course he was up to meet me, and I expect
that under my coat my skin on the left shoulder still carries the marks
of his claws where he caught me as we came together.
But I was simply not to be denied, and, while my first blow must have
almost broken his neck, in less than a minute I had him rolling over
and over and yelling for mercy. I really believe that, if he had not
managed to get to his feet, and then taken to his heels as fast as he
could, I would have killed him. Meanwhile the bees were having fun with
us both.
It was of no use, however angry I might be, to stop to try and fight
them; so as soon as the other bear had escaped I made my own way as
fast as I could out of the reach of their stings, and down to the
stream to cool my smarting face. As I lay in the water, I remember
looking back with astonishment to the whole proceeding. Five minutes
before I had had no intention of fighting anybody, and had had no
reason whatever for fighting that particular bear. Had I met him in the
ordinary way, we should have been friendly, and I am not at all sure
that, if I had had to make up my mind to it in cold blood, I should
have dared to stand up to him, unless something very important depended
on it. Yet all of a sudden the thing had happened. I had had my first
serious fight with a bear older than myself, and had beaten him.
Moreover, I had learned the enormous advantage of being the aggressor
in a fight, and of throwing yourself into it with your whole soul. As
it was, though I was astonished at the entire affair and surprised at
myself, and although the bee-stings still hurt horribly, I was pretty
well satisfied and rather proud.
Perhaps it was as well that I had that fight then, for the time was
not far distant when I was to go through the fight of my life. A bear
may have much fighting in the course of his existence, or he may have
comparatively little, depending chiefly on his own disposition; but
at least once he is sure to have one fight on which almost the whole
course of his life depends. And that is when he fights for his wife.
Of course he may be beaten, and then he has to try again. Some bears
never succeed in winning a wife at all. Some may win one and then have
her taken from them, and have to seek another; but I do not believe
that any bear chooses to live alone. Every one will once at least make
an effort to win a companion who will be the mother of his children.
The crisis came with me that summer, though many bears, I believe,
prefer to run alone until a year, or even two years, later.
The summer had passed like the former one, rather uneventfully after
the episode of the bees. I wandered abroad, roaming over a wide tract
of country, fishing, honey-hunting, and finding my share of roots and
beetles and berries, sheltering during the heat of the day, and going
wherever I felt inclined in the cool of the night and morning. I think
I was disposed to be rather surly and quarrelsome, and more than once
took upon myself to dispute the path with other bears; but they always
gave way to me, and I felt that I pretty well had the mountains and the
forests for my own. But I was still lonely, and that summer I felt it
more than ever.
The late spring had ruined a large part of the berry crop, and the
consequence was that, wherever there was a patch with any fruit on it,
bears were sure to find it out. There was one small sheltered patch
which I knew, where the fruit had nearly all survived the frosts. I was
there one evening, when, not far from me, out of the woods came another
bear of about my size. I was inclined to resent it at first, but then
I saw that it was a she-bear, and I liked her the moment I obtained a
good view of her. She saw me, and sat up and looked at me amicably.
[Illustration: SHE SAW ME, AND SAT UP AND LOOKED AT ME AMICABLY.]
I had never tried to make love before, but I knew what was the right
thing to do; so I approached her slowly, walking sideways, rubbing my
nose on the ground, and mumbling into the grass to tell her how much
I admired her. She responded in the correct way, by rolling on the
ground. So I continued to approach her, and I cannot have been more
than five or six yards away, when out of the bushes behind her, to
my astonishment, came another he-bear. He growled at me, and began
to sniff around at the bushes, to show that he was entirely ready to
fight if I wanted to. And of course I wanted to. I probably should have
wanted to in any circumstances, but when the she-bear showed that she
liked me better than him, by growling at him, I would not have gone
away, without fighting for her, for all the berries and honey in the
world. One of the most momentous crises in my life had come, and, as
all such things do, had come quite unexpectedly.
He was as much in earnest as I, and for a minute we sidled round
growling over our shoulders, and each measuring the other. There was
little to choose between us, for, if I was a shade the taller, he was a
year older than I, and undoubtedly the heavier and thicker. In fighting
all other animals except those of his kind, a bear's natural weapons
are his paws, with one blow of which he can crush a small animal, and
either stun or break the neck of a larger one. But he cannot do any
one of these three things to another bear as big as himself, and only
if one bear is markedly bigger than the other can he hope to reach
his head, so as either to tear his face or give him such a blow as
will daze him and render him incapable of going on fighting. A very
much larger bear can beat down the smaller one's arms, and rain such
a shower of blows upon him as will convince him at once that he is
overmatched, and make him turn tail and run. When two are evenly
matched, however, the first interchange of blows with the paws is not
likely to have much effect either way, and the fight will have to be
settled by closing, by the use of teeth and main strength. But, as I
had learned in my fight that day when I had been stung by the bees, the
moral effect of the first rush may be great, and it was in that that my
slight advantage in height and reach was likely to be useful, whereas
if we came to close quarters slowly the thicker and stockier animal
would have the advantage. So I determined to force the fighting with
all the fury that I could; and I did.
It was he who gave the first blow. As we sidled up close to one
another, he let out at me wickedly with his left paw, a blow which,
if it had caught me, would undoubtedly have torn off one of my ears.
Most bears would have replied to that with a similar swinging blow
when they got an opening, and the interchange of single blows at arms'
length would have gone on indefinitely until one or the other lost his
temper and closed. I did not wait for that. The instant the first blow
whistled past my head I threw myself on my hind-quarters and launched
myself bodily at him, hitting as hard as I could and as fast, first
with one paw and then with the other, without giving him time to
recover his wits or get in a blow himself. I felt him giving way as
the other bear had done, and when we closed he was on his back on the
ground, and I was on the top of him.
The fight, however, had only begun. I had gained a certain moral
effect by the ferocity of my attack, but a bear, when he is fighting
in earnest, is not beaten by a single rush, nor, indeed, until he is
absolutely unable to fight longer. Altogether we must have fought for
over an hour. Two or three times we were compelled to stop and draw
apart, because neither of us had strength left to use either claws or
jaw. And each time when we closed again I followed the same tactics,
rushing in and beating him down and doing my best to cow him before we
gripped; and each time, I think, it had some effect--at least to the
extent that it gave me a feeling of confidence, as if I was fighting a
winning fight.
The deadliest grip that one bear can get on another is with his jaws
across the other's muzzle, when he can crush the whole face in. Once
he very nearly got me so, and this scar on the side of my nose is the
mark of his tooth; but he just failed to close his jaws in time.
And, as it proved then, it is a dangerous game to play, for it leaves
you exposed if you miss your grip, and in this case it gave me the
opportunity that I wanted, to get my teeth into his right paw just
above the wrist. My teeth sank through the flesh and tendons and closed
upon the bone. In time, if I could hold my grip, I would crush it. His
only hope lay in being able to compel me to let go, by getting his
teeth in behind my ear; and this we both knew, and it was my business
with my right paw to keep his muzzle away.
A moment like that is terrible--and splendid. I have never found myself
in his position, but I can imagine what it must be. We swayed and fell
together, and rolled over and over--now he uppermost, and now I; but
never for a second did I relax my hold. Whatever position we were in,
my teeth were slowly grinding into the bone of his arm, and again and
again I felt his teeth grating and slipping on my skull as I clawed and
pushed blindly at his face to keep him away. More and more desperate
he grew, and still I hung on; and while I clung to him in dead silence
he was growling and snarling frantically, and I could hear his tone
getting higher and higher till, just as I felt the bone giving between
my teeth, the growling broke and changed to a whine, and I knew that I
had won.
One more wrench with my teeth, and I felt his arm limp and useless
in my mouth. Then I let go, and as he cowered back on three legs I
reared up and fell upon him again, hitting blow after blow with my
paws, buffeting, biting, beating, driving him before me. Even now he
had fight left in him; but with all his pluck he was helpless with his
crippled limb, and slowly I bore him back out of the open patch where
we had been fighting into the woods, and yard by yard up the hill,
until at last it was useless for him to pretend to fight any longer,
and he turned and, as best he could, limping on three legs, ran.
During the whole of the fight the she-bear had not said a word, but sat
on the ground watching and awaiting the result. While the battle was
going on I had no time to look at her; but in the intervals when we
were taking breath, whenever I turned in her direction, she avoided my
eye and pretended not to know that I was there or that anything that
interested her was passing. She looked at the sky and the trees, and
washed herself, or did whatever would best show her indifference. All
of which only told me that she was not indifferent at all.
Now, when I came back to her, she still pretended not to see me until
I was close up to her, and when I held out my nose to hers she growled
as if a stranger had no right to behave in that way. But I knew she did
not mean it; and I was very tired and sore, with blood running from me
in a dozen places. So I walked a few yards away from her and lay down.
In a minute she came over to me and rubbed her nose against mine, and
told me how sorry she was for having snubbed me, and then began to lick
my wounds.
She told me how splendidly I had fought; and, mauled though I was, I
was very proud and happy. She in turn told me all about herself. She
was older than I by two years, and the bear that I had beaten was a
year older than myself. She had known him for some three weeks only,
having met him a few days after her husband and her two children, the
first she had ever had, had been killed by a thunder-stick. That was
a long way off over there--pointing eastward--and she had been moving
away from the neighbourhood of man ever since.
That gave us a new bond of sympathy; and I told her about Kahwa and
myself, and how lonely I had been for the last two summers. Now, with
her help, I proposed not to be lonely any more. She saw that I was well
able to take care of myself and of her, even though I was only three
years old. If I filled out in proportion to my height and the size of
my bones, there would not be a bear in the forest that would be able
to stand up to me by the end of next summer. She told me that she had
liked me the moment we met, and had hoped every minute of the fight
that I would win, though, of course, it would not have been proper for
her to show it. Altogether I was happier than I had been since the old
days before Kahwa was caught.
As soon as I was fairly rested, we got up and made our way in the
bright moonlight down to the river, so that I could wash the blood off
myself and get the water into my wounds. We stayed there for a while,
and then returned to the patch and made a supper off the berries, and
later wandered into the woods side by side. She was very kind to me,
and every caress and every loving thing she did or said was a delight.
It was all so wonderfully new. And when at last we lay down under the
stars, so that I could sleep after the strain that I had been through,
and I knew that she was by me, and that when I woke up I should not be
lonely any more, it all seemed almost too good to be true. It was as if
I had suddenly come into a new world and I was a new bear.