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you hit that； the bear does not mind a bullet in his head； that is； not at the time。 I remembered that the instant death of the bear would follow a bullet planted just back of his fore…leg； and sent into his heart。 This spot is also difficult to reach； unless the bear stands off； side towards you； like a target。 I finally determined to fire at him generally。
The bear was coming on。
The contest seemed to me very different from anything at Creedmoor。 I had carefully read the reports of the shooting there； but it was not easy to apply the experience I had thus acquired。 I hesitated whether I had better fire lying on my stomach or lying on my back； and resting the gun on my toes。 But in neither position； I reflected； could I see the bear until he was upon me。 The range was too short； and the bear wouldn't wait for me to examine the thermometer； and note the direction of the wind。 Trial of the Creedmoor method； therefore； had to be abandoned； and I bitterly regretted that I had not read more accounts of offhand shooting。
For the bear was coming on。
I tried to fix my last thoughts upon my family。 As my family is small； this was not difficult。 Dread of displeasing my wife； or hurting her feelings； was uppermost in my mind。 What would be her anxiety as hour after hour passed on； and I did not return！ What would the rest of the household think as the afternoon passed； and no blackberries came！ What would be my wife's mortification when the news was brought that her husband had been eaten by a bear！ I cannot imagine anything more ignominious than to have a husband eaten by a bear。 And this was not my only anxiety。 The mind at such times is not under control。 With the gravest fears the most whimsical ideas will occur。 I looked beyond the mourning friends； and thought what kind of an epitaph they would be compelled to put upon the stone。
Something like this：
HERE LIE THE REMAINS
OF _______________
EATEN BY A BEAR Aug。 20； 1877
It is a very unheroic and even disagreeable epitaph。 That 〃eaten by a bear〃 is intolerable。 It is grotesque。 And then I thought what an inadequate language the English is for compact expression。 It would not answer to put upon the stone simply 〃eaten〃； for that is indefinite； and requires explanation： it might mean eaten by a cannibal。 This difficulty could not occur in the German； where essen signifies the act of feeding by a man； and fressen by a beast。 How simple the thing would be in German！
HIER LIEGT HOCHWOHLGEBOREN HERR _____ _______
GEFRESSEN Aug。 20； 1877
That explains itself。 The well…born one was eaten by a beast； and presumably by a bear；an animal that has a bad reputation since the days of Elisha。
The bear was coming on； he had； in fact； come on。 I judged that he could see the whites of my eyes。 All my subsequent reflections were confused。 I raised the gun； covered the bear's breast with the sight； and let drive。 Then I turned； and ran like a deer。 I did not hear the bear pursuing。 I looked back。 The bear had stopped。 He was lying down。 I then remembered that the best thing to do after having fired your gun is to reload it。 I slipped in a charge； keeping my eyes on the bear。 He never stirred。 I walked back suspiciously。 There was a quiver in the hindlegs； but no other motion。 Still； he might be shamming： bears often sham。 To make sure； I approached； and put a ball into his head。 He didn't mind it now： he minded nothing。 Death had come to him with a merciful suddenness。 He was calm in death。 In order that he might remain so； I blew his brains out； and then started for home。 I had killed a bear！
Notwithstanding my excitement； I managed to saunter into the house with an unconcerned air。 There was a chorus of voices：
〃Where are your blackberries？〃 〃Why were you gone so long？〃 〃Where's your pail？〃
〃I left the pail。〃
〃Left the pail？ What for？〃
〃A bear wanted it。〃
〃Oh； nonsense！〃
〃Well； the last I saw of it； a bear had it。〃
〃Oh； come！ You didn't really see a bear？〃
〃Yes； but I did really see a real bear。〃
〃Did he run？〃
〃Yes： he ran after me。〃
〃I don't believe a word of it。 What did you do？〃
〃Oh！ nothing particularexcept kill the bear。〃
Cries of 〃Gammon！〃 〃Don't believe it！〃 〃Where's the bear？〃
〃If you want to see the bear； you must go up into the woods。 I couldn't bring him down alone。〃
Having satisfied the household that something extraordinary had occurred； and excited the posthumous fear of some of them for my own safety； I went down into the valley to get help。 The great bear… hunter； who keeps one of the summer boarding…houses； received my story with a smile of incredulity； and the incredulity spread to the other inhabitants and to the boarders as soon as the story was known。 However； as I insisted in all soberness； and offered to lead them to the bear； a party of forty or fifty people at last started off with me to bring the bear in。 Nobody believed there was any bear in the case； but everybody who could get a gun carried one； and we went into the woods armed with guns； pistols； pitchforks； and sticks； against all contingencies or surprises；a crowd made up mostly of scoffers and jeerers。
But when I led the way to the fatal spot； and pointed out the bear； lying peacefully wrapped in his own skin； something like terror seized the boarders； and genuine excitement the natives。 It was a no…mistake bear； by George！ and the hero of the fight well； I will not insist upon that。 But what a procession that was； carrying the bear home！ and what a congregation； was speedily gathered in the valley to see the bear！ Our best preacher up there never drew anything like it on Sunday。
And I must say that my particular friends； who were sportsmen； behaved very well； on the whole。 They didn't deny that it was a bear； although they said it was small for a bear。 Mr。。。 Deane； who is equally good with a rifle and a rod； admitted that it was a very fair shot。 He is probably the best salmon fisher in the United States； and he is an equally good hunter。 I suppose there is no person in America who is more desirous to kill a moose than he。 But he needlessly remarked； after he had examined the wound in the bear； that he had seen that kind of a shot made by a cow's horn。
This sort of talk affected me not。 When I went to sleep that night； my last delicious thought was； 〃I've killed a bear！〃
II
LOST IN THE WOODS
It ought to be said； by way of explanation； that my being lost in the woods was not premeditated。 Nothing could have been more informal。 This apology can be necessary only to those who are familiar with the Adirondack literature。 Any person not familiar with it would see the absurdity of one going to the Northern Wilderness with the deliberate purpose of writing about himself as a lost man。 It may be true that a book about this wild tract would not be recognized as complete without a lost…man story in it； since it is almost as easy for a stranger to get lost in the Adirondacks as in Boston。 I merely desire to say that my unimportant adventure is not narrated in answer to the popular demand； and I do not wish to be held responsible for its variation from the typical character of such experiences。
We had been in camp a week； on the Upper Au Sable Lake。 This is a gememerald or turquoise as the light changes itset in the virgin forest。 It is not a large body of water； is irregular in form； and about a mile and a half in length； but in the sweep of its wooded shores； and the lovely contour of the lofty mountains that guard it； the lake is probably the most charming in America。 Why the young ladies and gentlemen who camp there occasionally vex the days and nights with hooting； and singing sentimental songs； is a mystery even to the laughing loon。
I left my companions there one Saturday morning； to return to Keene Valley； intending to fish down the Au Sable River。 The Upper Lake discharges itself into the Lower by a brook which winds through a mile and a half of swamp and woods。 Out of the north end of the Lower Lake； which is a huge sink in the mountains； and mirrors the savage precipices； the Au Sable breaks its rocky barriers； and flows through a wild gorge； several miles； to the valley below。 Between the Lower Lake and the settlements is an extensive forest； traversed by a cart…path； admirably constructed of loose stones； roots of trees； decayed logs； slippery rocks； and mud。 The gorge of the river forms its western boundary。 I followed this caricature of a road a mile or more； then gave my luggage to the guide to carry home； and struck off through the forest； by compass； to the river。 I promised myself an exciting scramble down this little…frequented canyon； and a creel full of trout。 There was no difficulty in finding the river； or in descending the steep precipice to its bed： getting into a scrape is usually the easiest part of it。 The river is strewn with bowlders； big and little； through which the amber water rushes with an unceasing thunderous roar； now plunging down in white f