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Or seeing which way he went, he fled straight toward the hunter with the
Winchester with mouth wide open. Horrified at the sight, which the
hunter interpreted as a desperate charge upon the part of the bear, the
city Nimrod delivered one wild shot and then fled for his life, as he
thought. This stampeded the entire hunt, and the terrified men fled as
fast as their legs could carry them until they left the spot far behind.
It was a question whether the frantic beast tried harder to get away
from the hunters, or they from him. In the village grocery the stories
that were told that night made the small boy's hair stand up with fright
and his blood run cold with fear. As for Black Bruin, with his wounded
paw upon which he limped painfully, and with his bleeding scalp, he
concluded that the part of the country in which he had made his home for
several months, was no place for him, so before another sunrise he put
many miles between himself and the scene of his narrow escape from the
hunters. Nor did this one night's journey calm his fear. Night after
night he fled, always going in the same direction, which, as he fled
northward, carried him farther and farther into the wilderness. At last
in a wild country of rugged mountains and deep, thickly wooded valleys,
where the habitat of man seemed far distant, he ceased his flight. There
in the wilderness, where lumbermen alone penetrated, Black Bruin denned
up and slept away his fifth winter. His bed was made deep under the top
of a fallen hemlock, where the snow drifted above him and covered him
with soft white blankets. The only evidence that the outer world had
that a bear was sleeping beneath was a small hole in the snow kept open
by the warm breath of the sleeper. CHAPTER XI A PLEASANT COMPANION When
Black Bruin awoke from his long sleep, stretched himself, and sallied
forth into the open world, the first faint touch of red was appearing
upon the soft maples. Buds upon the other trees had not started and
there were yet suggestions of the chill of melting snow-banks upon the
air. The tones of the forest were still somber, light gray-green or ash
color, suggesting the funeral pile of the last year. If the sun shone br