HERE LIE THE REMAINS

OF

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EATEN BY A BEAR

Aug. 20, 1877

It is a very unheroic and even disagreeable epitaph. That "eaten by

a bear" is intolerable. It is grotesque. And then I thought what an

inadequate language the English is for compact expression. It would

not answer to put upon the stone simply "eaten"; for that is

indefinite, and requires explanation: it might mean eaten by a

cannibal. This difficulty could not occur in the German, where essen

signifies the act of feeding by a man, and fressen by a beast. How

simple the thing would be in German!

HIER LIEGT

HOCHWOHLGEBOREN

HERR _____ _______

GEFRESSEN

Aug. 20, 1877

That explains itself. The well-born one was eaten by a beast, and

presumably by a bear,--an animal that has a bad reputation since the

days of Elisha.

The bear was coming on; he had, in fact, come on. I judged that he

could see the whites of my eyes. All my subsequent reflections were

confused. I raised the gun, covered the bear's breast with the

sight, and let drive. Then I turned, and ran like a deer. I did not

hear the bear pursuing. I looked back. The bear had stopped. He

was lying down. I then remembered that the best thing to do after

having fired your gun is to reload it. I slipped in a charge,

keeping my eyes on the bear. He never stirred. I walked back

suspiciously. There was a quiver in the hindlegs, but no other

motion. Still, he might be shamming: bears often sham. To make

sure, I approached, and put a ball into his head. He didn't mind it

now: he minded nothing. Death had come to him with a merciful

suddenness. He was calm in death. In order that he might remain so,

I blew his brains out, and then started for home. I had killed a

bear!

Notwithstanding my excitement, I managed to saunter into the house

with an unconcerned air. There was a chorus of voices:

"Where are your blackberries?"

"Why were you gone so long?"

"Where's your pail?"

"I left the pail."

"Left the pail? What for?"

"A bear wanted it."

"Oh, nonsense!"

"Well, the last I saw of it, a bear had it."

"Oh, come! You didn't really see a bear?"

"Yes, but I did really see a real bear."

"Did he run?"

"Yes: he ran after me."

"I don't believe a word of it. What did you do?"

"Oh! nothing particular--except kill the bear."

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