like."

"Yes, but I say, what's that black looking thing beyond
the ducks?" asked one who had not hitherto spoken, pointing
his finger.

"Where, where, Weston?" exclaimed one or two voices, and
the speakers looked in the direction indicated.

"Hang me if it isn't a bear," said Collins in a low,
anxious tone; "that's the chap that has sent the ducks
so near us. Do let me have a crack at him, corporal. He's
large enough to supply us all with fresh meat for three
days, and will make up for the bad fishing. Only one shy,
corporal, and I engage not to miss him"

Sure enough, there was, in the centre of the stream, a
dark object, nearly half a mile distant, which all joined
in pronouncing to be a bear. It was swimming vigorously
across to their aide of the river.

"I think we might take him as he lands," observed Green.
"What say you, corporal; I reckon you'll let us try THAT,
if you won't let us fire?"

"Stay all where you are," was the reply. "I can manage
him myself with a spear, if I can only be in time before
he reaches the shore. If not, it's no matter, for I won't
allow a trigger to be pulled."