, clutching the hatchets and
hunting-knives, silently awaited our grizzly foes.

"We had taken our stand close to the rock. It was our design to have
the first blow, as the animals, for the most part, came stern-foremost
down the cliff. In this we were disappointed. On reaching a ledge some
ten feet from the platform, the foremost bear halted, and, seeing our
position, hesitated to descend. The next moment, his companions,
maddened with wounds, came tumbling down upon the same ledge, and, with
fierce growls, the five huge bodies were precipitated into our midst.

"Then came the desperate struggle, which I cannot describe,--the shouts
of the hunters, the wilder yells of our Indian allies, the hoarse
worrying of the bears, the ringing of tomahawks from skulls like flint,
the deep, dull `thud' of the stabbing-knife, and now and then a groan,
as the crescent claw tore up the clinging muscle. O God! it was a
fearful scene!

"Over the platform bears and men went rolling and struggling, in the
wild battle of life and death. Through the trees, and into the deep
drift, staining the snow with their mingled blood! Here, two or three
men were engaged with a single foe--there, some brave hunter stood
battling alone. Several were sprawling upon the ground. Every moment,
the bears were lessening the number of their assailants!

"I had been struck down at the commencement of the struggle. On
regaining my feet, I saw the animal that had felled me hugging the
prostrate body of a man.

"It was Gode. I leaned over the bear, clutching its shaggy skin. I did
this to steady myself; I was weak and dizzy; so were we all. I struck
with all my force, stabbing the animal on the ribs.

"Letting go the Frenchman, the bear turned suddenly, and reared upon me.
I endeavoured to avoid the encounter, and ran backward, fending him off
with my knife.

"All at once I came against the snow-drift, and fell over on my back.
Next moment, the heavy body was precipitated upon me, the sharp claws
pierced deep into my shoulder,--I inhaled the monster's fetid breath;
and striking wildly with my right arm, still free, we rolled over and
over in the snow.

"I was blinded by the dry drift. I felt myself growing weaker and
weaker; it was the loss of blood. I shouted--a despairing shout--but it
could not have been heard at ten paces' distance. Then there was a
strange hissing sound in my ears,--a bright light flashed across my
eyes; a burning ob