Our young hunters commenced their search in a forest of _khurso_ oaks,
which, interspersed with cedars and other trees, covered a high
round-topped ridge, that rose above the little village where they had
made their headquarters.
On reaching the flat summit of the ridge, they found they could manage
better without their horses: as seated in the saddle they could not so
well reconnoitre the tops of the trees, where they expected to see their
game. They dismounted, therefore, and leaving their animals tied to the
branches of a large spreading cedar-tree (the _deodor_), they proceeded
onward on foot.
On this day the luck seemed to be against them; for although they met
with plenty of "sign"--where the bears had broken the branches of the
oaks--and also saw numbers of freshly-made "rooks' nests," they could
not get their eyes upon Bruin himself, who had left these tokens of his
presence. It might be that this forest was frequently hunted by the
native Shikkaries; and that would account for the absence of the bears
during the day-time. They had gone, no doubt, to their hiding-places.
This was the conclusion at which our hunters arrived--after tramping
about until they were tired; and not having met with a single bear.
It was now the hour of noon; and, as they had been told that the evening
would be the likelier time to find Bruin upon the prowl, they resolved
returning to where they had left their horses, and remaining there until
evening should arrive. They had grown hungry; and, having walked many
miles, were pretty well done up. A bit of dinner, and a few hours' rest
under the great cedar, would recruit their strength; and enable them to
take the field again before sunset with a better prospect of success.
Following their backtrack through the forest, therefore, they proceeded
towards the place where they had left their horses.
Before coming in sight of these animals, they were admonished of their
proximity by hearing them neighing at short intervals; but, what
surprised them still more, they heard a constant pounding--as if the
horses were striking the ground repeatedly and continuously with their
hoofs!
Arriving within view of them, their astonishment was not diminished, on
perceiving that the three horses were rearing and dancing over the
ground, as if endeavouring to break loose from their fastenings! Each
had been tied to a separate branch of the tree--their bridles being
simply noosed over the twigs at the extremities of the branches; and
allowing them to play to the full length of the rein. Consequently, the
three horses were many yards apart from each other; but all were equally
in motion--all neighing and pitching about, as if something had set them
mad!
Could it be horse-flies? thought the hunters. They knew there was a
species of horse-fly in the Himalayas--greatly dreaded by all animals,
and even by man himself. They knew this: for they had already suffered
from its persecuting bite. But this was in the lower valleys; and it
was not likely it should be found at the elevation of this _khurso_
forests--quite 10,000 feet above sea level.
Perhaps bees? There might be a nest of wild bees somewhere near--why
not in the cedar itself--and if so, the horses might be attacked by
them? That would account for the capers they were cutting!
They had almost settled it in their mind that this was the true
explanation; when an object came before their eyes that gave a very
different solution to the mystery.
One of the horses appeared more frightened than the other two--at least
he was squealing and curveting in a much more violent manner. As he
danced around, his eyes appeared to be directed upwards--the great
eye-balls sparkling, and protruded as if about to start from their
sockets. This guided the glances of the hunters; and, looking among the
branches of the cedar, they now perceived a large black mass, of an
oblong shape--extended along one of the lower limbs, and just over the
spot where the horse was tied.
They had hardly time to make out the shape of this dark object, and
become convinced that it was the body of a bear, when the huge creature
was seen to launch itself down from the limb; and then drop like a cat,
all-fours, upon the back of the horse!
The latter uttered a scream of affright; and as if terror had added to
his strength, he now succeeded in breaking the branch--around which the
rein was looped--and bounded off through the forest, the bear still
squatted upon his back!
The trees that stood around were nearly all of slender growth; but, as
their stems grew thickly together, the horse, with his strange rider,
could make but slow way among them; and every now and then the former,
half blind with affright, dashed his sides against the trunks, causing
them to crackle and shiver at each concussion.
All at once the horse was seen coming to a halt, as if brought up by the
power of a Mameluke bit! The spectators saw this with wondering eyes--
enable for the moment to explain it. As they were very near the spot
where the halt had been made, they soon perceived the nature of the
interruption. The bear had thrown one of his great forearms around a
tree; while, with the other, he still clutched the horse, holding him
fast! The design of Bruin was perfectly clear: he had seized the tree
in order to bring the steed to a stand!
In this for a time he was successful. With one arm he was enabled to
retain the tree in his powerful hug; while with the other he held the
horse--his huge paw, with its retentive claws, being firmly fixed under
the pommel of the saddle.
A singular struggle now ensued, which lasted for some seconds of time;
the horse making the meet energetic efforts to escape; while the bear
was equally eager in endeavouring to retain him.
Lucky was it for the steed that his master was not more particular about
the girth of his saddle, and that either the strap or buckle was a bad
one. Whichever of the two it was, one of them gave way; and the horse,
thus freed, was not slow to profit by the fortunate accident. Uttering
a neigh of joy, he sprang onward--leaving both bear and saddle behind
him.
So far as the horse was concerned, his danger was over. Not so with the
bear, whose troubles were just now to begin. While holding the horse in
his muscular arm--and clutching the pine with the other--the tree had
got bent until its top almost touched the saddle. When the girth broke,
therefore, the elastic sapling sprang back like a piece of whalebone;
and with such an impetus as not only to shake Bruin from his hold, but
to pitch him several yards to the opposite side--where he lay stunned,
or at all events so astonished, as, for a moment, to appear as if he had
taken leave of his life!
This moment of the bear's embarrassment was not lost upon the hunters,
who ran rapidly up--till within ten paces of the prostrate animal--and
discharging their guns into his body, prevented him from ever again
getting to his feet. His hide was the only part of him that afterwards
attained the erect attitude; and that was when it was mounted in the
museum of the Palace Grodonoff.