I LOOK AT THE BEAR, AND THE BEAR LOOKS AT ME--I CLIMB UP AND HE TRIES TO
CATCH ME, BUT I DODGE HIM AND ESCAPE--PROCEED ON--FIND A HOLLOW FALLEN
TREE, AND MAKE MY BED IN THE INTERIOR--PLEASANT SLEEP UNPLEASANTLY
DISTURBED--MY FRIEND THE GRIZZLY AGAIN--I ESCAPE UP A TREE, AND BRUIN
OCCUPIES MY BED--WE TRY EACH OTHER'S PATIENCE--I WATCH FOR AN
OPPORTUNITY OF ESCAPING, AND HE WATCHES TO CATCH ME.
The bear looked very fierce; but I felt desperately desperate, and
determined not to be compelled by him to continue my voyage. So,
grasping the branch, I gradually drew myself up by it nearly out of the
water. I got one knee on the bank; the bear gave a growl; then I got
the other knee on _terra firma_; the bear growled again. I was not to
be intimidated. I had never let go my pole. I sprang to my feet and
stood looking up at the monster. He growled more fiercely than ever, as
if to warn me that I was intruding on his domains.
"Growl away, old Bruin," I exclaimed, "I do not fear you. Stop me from
getting to the top of the bank you shall not."
I flourished my stick as I spoke. He took the movement as a challenge,
and began to descend. The top was not nearly so steep as the place on
which I stood. The bear got down tolerably well, growling as he
advanced, and picking his way. My rifle was loaded, but I had every
reason to doubt that it would go off, after the ducking it had got,
though the muzzle had not got under water. I flourished my pole,
therefore, at the bear, and shouted at the top of my voice, but it did
not stop him. Just above me was a ledge. I climbed up to it, and there
waited the approach of the bear. The ground above was very steep and
slippery. On he came, faster and faster. My shouts had enraged him,
and he was eager to have a grab at me. I ran up a little way higher,
and then turned as if I would spring back into the water. He was afraid
he should lose me, and forgetting his previous caution, he sprang on to
catch me.
As he did so I leaped nimbly on one side, and he toppled over, head
foremost, souse into the water. I saw him struggling away to regain the
bank; I did not stop to watch him, however, but sprang upwards with all
the agility I could exert, and did not stop till I had reached the
summit. Never have I gone through so many adventures for the sake of a
mouthful of water; I had not even, as it were, had enough, so I
determined to keep down the stream for the rest of the day.
My clothes very quickly dried, which is not surprising, considering that
I had on only the remnants of my jacket, a shirt, and the upper part of
my trousers. The legs were bound round my feet. The water, had,
however, so much revived me that I began to feel a greater sensation of
hunger than I had before experienced. I had but one piece of my dried
duck left. I nibbled a bit as I walked on, keeping the remainder for
supper. On what I was to breakfast was a question which, if my powder
failed me, might be difficult to solve. Sometimes I lost sight of the
water, but quickly regained it, and ever and anon returned, where the
bank was practicable, to take a refreshing sip. As may be supposed, I
took care never to get out of the hearing of its pleasant sound. I did
not see the waterfall, and therefore concluded that I must have fallen
into the stream a short way below it.
Night was now again approaching. I looked about in every direction for
a spot in which I might pass it. At last I came upon a huge pine tree,
which had been struck by lightning and lay prostrate on the ground. The
centre part of the trunk was hollowed out something like a dug-out
canoe, and on examining it I bethought me that it would make a
peculiarly comfortable abode for the night. I therefore set to work to
clear out all the rubbish inside which might conceal any creatures, and
I then collected some large sheets of birch-bark which lay stripped off
some neighbouring trees. This I placed over the top to form a roof, and
a very comfortable sort of abode I considered that I had made. It was a
safe one also, I thought, for no snake was likely to climb into it, nor
was it probable that any wild animal would find me out. I now ate my
last piece of meat, and then went down to the river and took a hearty
draught of water, and felt far more invigorated than I had been for a
long time.
This done, I returned to my hollow tree, crept in, drew the sheets of
birch-bark over me, and went comfortably to sleep. Oh, how I did enjoy
that sleep! I felt so much more secure than I had ever been at night
since I commenced my wanderings. I awoke in the middle of the night,
but it was to turn myself round and to think, how comfortable I was. I
had, however, some causes for anxiety. How should I protect myself if
attacked either by savages or wild beasts? how should I procure food,
and how should I defend my feet when all my bandages were worn-out,
should I not succeed in finding my friends? The most pressing matter
was how to procure food.
Suddenly I recollected that I had once put a couple of fish-hooks in a
pocket-book which I carried with me. I could not sleep till I had
pulled it out and ascertained that they were there. A rod I should have
no difficulty in forming; but how to make a line was the puzzle. At
last I remembered that my jacket was sewn together with very coarse
strong thread, and I thought that I could manufacture a line out of it.
Having come to this satisfactory conclusion, I again went to sleep.
I had but a short time closed my eyes, when once more I was awoke by a
noise, as if something was scratching on the outside of the tree in
which I lay. What could it be? The scratching continued, and then
there was a snuffing sound, as if a snout was smelling about in the
neighbourhood. The noises were suspicious and somewhat alarming. I did
not like to move to ascertain what caused them, but I could not help
dreading that they were made by some wandering bear who had smelt me
out, and was now trying to get a nearer inspection of me. The
scratching and the snuffing continued, and then I was certain that the
creature, whatever it was, was climbing up on the trunk. It had done
so, but it tumbled off again. Soon, however, it came close up to me. I
could contain myself no longer. I wished to ascertain the worst. I
gently slid off the piece of bark above my head and sat upright. I
speedily, though, popped down again. My worst suspicions were
confirmed. It was a bear, and very likely the same bear from whom I had
escaped the day before. The moment he saw me he poked his snout over my
narrow bed-place, but I was too far down for him to get at me,
notwithstanding all the efforts he made to effect that object. Still it
was not pleasant to have such a watcher over my couch, as I could not
help dreading that he might possibly get his claws in and pull me out,
and that at all events the moment I sat upright he would give me an
embrace, but anything but a friendly one. The moon came out and shone
on his bearish eyes, and I saw him licking his jaws in anticipation of
his expected repast. The very way he did this convinced me that he was
my friend of yesterday.
I had outwitted him once, and I determined to try and outwit him again.
I saw that near me was a tree with short branches, reaching close down
to the ground. I thought that if I could climb up it, I might get out
of the reach of my persecutor. Mustering all my strength, I suddenly
started up, shrieking out at the top of my voice, and flourishing my
stick, which I brought down with all my force on the bear's head. Bruin
so little expected the assault that, without attempting to attack me, he
turned round and trotted off to the distance of forty yards or so, when
he stopped and looked very intently at me. I seized the moment of my
emancipation to climb up the tree near me.
The bear, the instant he saw me take to flight, uttering a deep growl,
sprang eagerly back to the foot of the tree; but I was beyond his reach.
What, therefore, was my dismay to see him put his huge arms and legs
round the trunk and begin to ascend. Up he came, and as he advanced, I
ascended higher and higher. Every now and then he looked up at me, and
performed the to me unpleasant ceremony of licking his jaws. He was a
cautious brute, for, as he got higher, he felt the boughs and shook
them, to ascertain if he could trust his weight on them. I at last was
obliged to retreat along a wide extending bough, from which I could just
reach my enemy's head as he came near me. I shouted and banged away
with all my might, which so much annoyed him that he gave up the chase.
The moment I saw him hesitate I redoubled my blows, and at last,
infinitely to my satisfaction, not liking the treatment he was
receiving, he began slowly to descend the way he had come up. I shouted
and poked at him, but nothing would hurry him.
At last he reached the bottom, but instead of going away, he sat himself
down to watch me. Then we were just like the fox and the crow in the
fable. I the crow, and he the fox, only he wanted to get me instead of
the cheese. I sat on my bough flourishing my stick at him, and at last
he grew tired of watching me; but he did not go away--not he. My
astonishment was not small, to see him crawl into the bed-place I had
left, and quietly roll himself up and go to sleep. He must have slept,
however, with one eye open, for whenever I commenced descending from my
bough, he popped up his head as much as to say, "You had better not, or
I'll be after you," and then down he laid again. As I could not have
made much progress in the uncertain light of the moon, I climbed into a
forked branch of the tree, and tying my arm to a bough that I might not
tumble off, I tried to get a little more sleep. It was not very sound,
for the recollection that the bear might possibly take it into his head
to pay me a visit kept me wakeful. I felt certain that the rascal must
have known that my powder was wet, or he would not have been so
impudent. Once or twice I thought that I would try and make my rifle go
off, and I withdrew the charge of small shot, and put a bullet in
instead. At last I took aim and pulled the trigger, but no report
followed.
I was thankful that I had not had to depend on my weapon for my life.
Bruin just lifted up his head when he heard the snap, but seeing that I
was safe, lay down again, and began either to snore, or to pretend to
snore, for the cunning rogue was up to any trick, I was certain of that,
to deceive me. For half an hour or more after this I lay quiet, and I
had great hopes that Bruin had really gone to sleep. The country to the
west along the banks of the stream appeared, as far as I could see by
the moonlight, pretty clear. I thought that I might make good some
distance before the bear awoke.
Down I crept very cautiously, for fear of making the slightest noise,
from my lofty perch. I had got to one of the lower forks of the tree,
and was considering whether I could not drop without much noise to the
ground, from a branch which projected below me, when a low growl
proceeded from my recent bed-place, and the ogre lifted up his head with
one eye still shut, but with the other turned towards me in the most
malicious manner--at least, so I thought. I cannot quite vouch for this
last fact; but that was my impression at the time. I was in a most
uncomfortable position, so that I had to move one way or the other. I
began by moving downwards, and he then rose more, and gave another
growl. I then climbed up again, and as I ascended higher and higher, he
gradually lay back till his head was concealed inside the hollow of the
tree. Still, when I leaned forward, I could see his snout sticking up,
and could just catch the twinkle of his wicked eye turned towards me--I
mean the eye which, awake or asleep, as it seemed to me, he always kept
open.
Under the circumstances, it is not surprising that I did not sleep very
soundly, still I did go to sleep, with my arms twined tightly round two
neighbouring boughs. I longed for daylight, which might enable me to
take some active measures one way or the other. At last, as I looked
out beyond the tops of the neighbouring trees, I could see a pale pink
and yellow hue suffusing the eastern sky, and the light crept forward,
as it were, on one side, while the forest on the other remained shrouded
in darkness. Not as in our own land, however, did the birds welcome the
coming sun with a full chorus of song. They were not altogether silent;
but even in that spring time of the year they only exhibited their
pleasure by a faint untuneful twittering and chirping. Bruin was, I
found, an early riser. I saw first one leg come out of his bed-place,
then another, as he stretched them forth; then up went his arms, and I
heard a loud yawn. It was rather more like a grunt. Then he began to
growl, and to make all sorts of other strange noises, and finally he
lifted up his head and gradually sat upright on his haunches. He winked
at me when he saw that I was safe up the tree, and I fancied that he
nodded his head, as much as to say, "Stay a bit, I'll soon be up to
you." Then he turned one leg out of the bed-place and then another, and
then he walked up to the tree, and sat himself down under it, and began
to growl.