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"Nanouk!!" sings out Hans and
Morton bellowing at the top of his voice "be
quiet", "no noise", reports a bear.

Somewhat to the shame of my domestic
regulations the guns were impracticable.
While every man was loading
and capping I seized my "six shooter",
always my fellow companion, and ran
on deck.

A medium sized bear with a
four month cub was in active warfare
with our dogs. As they hurry about her
skirts she ran with wonderful alertness
after a [some?] one selected victim and
snatching him up by the nape of the neck
flung him many feet or rather yards, bu
a barely perceptible twist of her powerful
neck.

Tudli our master dog had already
after two such flings been placed out of
fight. Jenny just as I emerged for
the match made a sault of [becomingly?]
eight fathoms alighting senseless. "Old
Whitey", staunch but in bear wise, who had
just come up to the battle, was tossed
into utter helplessness, and yelping on
the snow, while in the midst of all this
"Nannook" saught our beef house and
began in the most unconerned and
business like manner to turn over the
barrels and nose out the fatness of the land.

I do not know whether this bold
beast would have stood our five unless
her parental instinct had been called into
play. Now she was apparently devoid
of fear realising the old stories of
Barent and the Spitzbergen voyagers.
I lodged a pistol ball in the side of her