s I
of losing my prey, that I seized a large stone and beat the animal on
the head till I was exhausted. Then I had my triumph. The Pratts had
only killed bear-cubs; I had killed a full-grown bear. I was, as you
may suppose, also carried home upon the animal's back; and from that
day, was pointed out as a bear-hunter."

Secondly. "I was once buffalo hunting in Arkansas. I was on a strong
well-trained horse, pursuing a bull, when we arrived at a rent or crack
in the prairie, so wide, that it was necessary for the animals to leap
it. The bull went over first, and I, on the horse, following it close,
rose on my stirrups, craning a little, that I might perceive the width
of the rent. At that moment the bull turned round to charge; the horse,
perceiving it, and knowing his work, immediately wheeled also. This
sudden change of motion threw me off my saddle, and I remained hanging
by the side of the horse, with my leg over his neck: there I was,
hanging on only by my leg, with my head downwards below the horse's
belly. The bull rushed on to the charge, ranging up to the flank of the
horse on the side where I was dangling, and the horse was so encumbered
by my weight in that awkward position, that each moment the bull gained
upon him. At last my strength failed me; I felt that I could hold on
but a few seconds longer; the head of the bull was close to me, and the
steam from his nostrils blew into my face. I gave myself up for lost;
all the prayer I could possibly call to mind at the time was, the first
two lines of a hymn I used to repeat as a child:--`Lord now I lay me
down to sleep,' and that I repeated two or three times, when,
fortunately, the horse wheeled short round, evaded the bull, and leaped
the gap. The bull was at fault; the jolt of the leap, after nearly
dropping me into the gap, threw me up so high, that I gained the neck of
my horse, and eventually my saddle. I then thought of my rifle, and
found that I had held it grasped in my hand during the whole time. I
wheeled my horse and resumed the chase, and in a minute the bull was
dead at my horse's feet."

Thirdly. "I was riding out one day in Arkansas, and it so happened I
had not my rifle with me, nor indeed a weapon of any description, not
even my jack-knife. As I came upon the skirts of a prairie, near a
small copse, a buck started out, and dashed away as if much alarmed. I
thought it was my sudden appearance which had alarmed him; I stopped my