True to his promise, the izzard-hunter awoke them about an hour before
dawn; and having saddled and bridled their animals, they mounted and
rode off. Among the great tree trunks it was very dark; but the hunter
knew the ground; and, after groping along for half a mile farther, and
somewhat slowly, they arrived at the base of a cliff. Keeping along
this for some distance farther, they came at length to the place of
their destination--the mouth of the cave. Even through the gloom, they
could see a darker spot upon the face of the rock, which indicated the
entrance. It was of no great size--about large enough to admit the body
of a man in a stooping attitude--but the hunter was under the impression
that it widened inward, and led to a grand cavern. He drew his
inference, not from having ever explored this particular cave, but from
knowing that there were many others of a similar kind in that part of
the mountains, where the limestone formation was favourable to such
cavities. Had it been only a hole just big enough for the den of a
bear, he would have acted very differently--then there would have been a
hope of drawing Bruin out with the dogs; but if the place was an actual
cavern, where the beast might range freely about, she hunter knew there
would be no chance of getting him out. Their presence outside once
suspected, the bear might remain for days within his secure fortress;
and a siege would have to be laid, which would be a tedious affair, and
might prove fruitless in the end.
For this reason, great caution had been observed as they drew near the
cave. They feared that they might come upon the bear, by chance
wandering about in the woods,--that he might hear them, and, taking the
alarm, scamper back to his cavern.
Acting under this apprehension, they had left their animals a good way
off--having tied them to the trees--and had approached the cave on foot,
without making the slightest noise, and talking to each other only in
whispers.
The izzard-hunter now proceeded to put his designs into execution.
While the others had been sleeping, he had prepared a large torch, out
of dry splinters of the stone pine; and now quietly igniting this, set
it in the ground near the base of the cliff. The moment the bright
flame illuminated the entrance to the cave, all stood with their guns in
hand ready to fire. They were not sure that Bruin had gone out at all.
He might still be a-bed. If so, the light of the torch might wake him
up and tempt him forth; therefore it was best to be prepared for such a
contingency.
The izzard-hunter now slipped his dogs, which up to this time he had
held securely in the leash. As soon as they were free, the well-trained
animals, knowing what was expected of them, rushed right into the care.
For some seconds the dogs kept up a quick continuous yelping, and their
excited manner told that they at least scented a bear: but the question
to be determined was, whether the brute was still in his den.
The hunter had surmised correctly. The aperture conducted to a real
cavern, and a very large one--as could be told by the distance at which
the yelping of the dogs was heard. Out of such a place it would have
been hopeless to have thought of starting a bear--unless it should
please Bruin to make a voluntary exit. It was, therefore, with no
little anxiety that the hunters listened to the "tongue" of the dogs, as
it echoed within the cavernous hollow.
They all knew that if the bear should prove to be inside, the dogs would
soon announce the fact by their barking, and other fierce sounds
characteristic of canine strife.
They were not kept long in suspense; for, after an interval of less than
a minute, both dogs came running out, with that air of disappointment
that told of their having made an idle exploration.
Their excited movements, however, proved that the scent of the bear was
fresh--that he had only recently forsaken his den--for the dogs had been
heard scratching among the sticks and grass that composed it; but this
only showed clearly that his habitation was untenanted, and Bruin was
"not at home."
This was just what the izzard-hunter desired; and all of them laying
aside their guns, proceeded to close up the entrance. This was an easy
task. Loose boulders lay around, and with these a battery was soon
built across the mouth of the cavern, through which no animal could
possibly have made an entrance.
The hunters now breathed freely. They felt certain they had cut off the
retreat of the bear; and unless he should suspect something wrong, and
fail to return to his cave, they would be pretty sure of having a shot
at him.
Nothing remained but to place themselves in ambush, and wait for his
coming. How to conceal themselves became the next consideration. It
was a question, too, of some importance. They knew not which way the
bear might come. He might see them while approaching, and trot off
again before a shot could be fired? To prevent this some extraordinary
measure must be adopted.
A plan soon presented itself to the practised hunter of the Pyrenees.
Directly in front of the cliff grew several large trees. They were of
the _pinus sylvestris_, and thickly covered with bunches of long
needle-shaped leaves. If they should climb into these trees, the leaves
and branches would sufficiently conceal them, and the bear would hardly
suspect their presence in such a situation.
The suggestion of their guide was at once acted upon. Ivan and
Pouchskin got into one tree, while the izzard-hunter and Alexis chose
another; and all having secured places where they could command a view
of the walled-up entrance without being themselves seen, they waited for
daylight and the coming back of the bear.