150 TRUE BEAR STORIES.

his bear sense to the solution of the mys-
tery.

At last he decided that a bear had been
gathering moss for a bed. Then he went
close up under a cliff of rocks and in a few
minutes was peering and pointing down
into a sunken place in the earth. And
behold, we could see the moss move! A
bear had covered himself up and was wait-
ing to be snowed under. Bill walked all
around the spot, then took position on a
higher place and shouted to the bear to
come out. The bear did not move. Then
he got me to throw some rocks. No re-
sponse. Then Bill fired his Winchester
down into the moss. In a second the big
brown fellow was on his hind feet looking
us full in the face and blinking his little
black eyes as if trying to make us out.
Bill dropped him at once, with a bullet in
his brain.

I greatly regret that I never had the
good fortune to encounter a Polar bear, so
that I might be able to tell you more about