"I am sorry that the general was hurt," said Paul, "but she shall die for the other fault."
Presently Peter took Vera aside, and said almost the same words.
"If that brute had hurt a hair of your head, Vera," he said, "I should have spent the rest of my life exterminating bears; as it is, this one shall die to-morrow for frightening you."
"It is very kind of you, dear Peter, to be my champion; but, please, be careful, for this is a very savage bear, and I would not have you hurt."
"Bah!" said Peter; "I am not afraid of a bear."
Vera was an extremely pretty girl, and as she sat at the head of her father"s dinner table dispensing hospitality to her three guests, each one of the young men evidently recognized this fact, for many admiring glances were bestowed upon her. Both Paul and Peter afterwards made private inquiries as to the exact locality of the day"s adventure, neither, however, mentioning his intention to his brother. Presently, while Vera sat at the piano and sang for their delight, Thirlstone standing by, she asked the Englishman with a laugh whether he did not intend, like the boys, to avenge her upon the bear. Thirlstone laughed also. He would leave the matter in the hands of her champions, he said; they were quite safe with the beast, and would certainly resent any interference. Thirlstone seemed very fond of music, and remained at the piano with Vera for a long while.
When Peter went upon his snowshoes early next morning to the place where, as described by Vera, the bear had unexpectedly made its appearance, he was surprised, and somewhat disgusted, to find his brother Paul already on the spot.
"I didn"t know you were coming, Paul," he said. "I understood from Vera that I was to have the privilege of punishing the brute that offended her."
"I thought the same thing for myself," said Paul. "I suppose she concluded we meant to come together. It doesn"t much matter, though, so long as the bear is chastised for her sin."
"If it is all the same to you, brother, I think I should like to be the one to kill it," said Peter. "I am the elder, you see, and--and, well, I"ve an idea she would like me to do it."
"Why?" asked Paul in genuine surprise.
"I"ll tell you one day," said Peter; "but perhaps we"d better kill the bear first. If you don"t mind, I"ll be first spear."
Good-natured Paul agreed, though sadly against his will, for he too was very anxious to serve Vera.
The brothers had come forth armed with bear spears only--that is, each carried a knife in his belt, but no firearms. They would have thought it but a shabby enterprise to carry rifles. Bear-shooting from the _berloga_ was too easy to be sportsmanlike.
But a fall of snow during the night had obliterated all the tracks of the preceding day, and though they knew that they must certainly be within a hundred yards, more or less, of the exact spot from out of which the creature had charged only yesterday, they could not be sure which of many clumps of fallen pine trees and forest _debris_ was the one referred to by Vera in her description of the occurrence.
"One of us had better run home and fetch Milka," said Peter. He expected that Paul would immediately volunteer to fetch Milka, and he was not disappointed.
"If you are to have first spear," said Paul, "then I"d better go for the dog, as the bear may come out while I"m away."
So away ran young Paul, skating beautifully upon his long snowshoes, anxious to reach home, fetch the dog, and bring him back before his brother should find the bear and finish operations without him.
Milka was a wonderful little dog, half terrier, half nondescript, whose nose and instinct for localizing a sleeping bear were most surprising, a talent as useful to her masters as remarkable in itself.
When Paul had disappeared, Peter, not with any mean desire to steal a march upon his brother, but simply because he was tired of doing nothing, strode hither and thither upon his snowshoes examining the likely places, half hoping the bear would come rushing out upon him, yet half sorry for Paul if it should. As for any feeling of fear or even nervousness about having to withstand all by himself the rush of a furious bear, the mother of a family, and therefore very dangerous, such an idea never for an instant occurred to him.
For half an hour Peter strolled from thicket to thicket without starting the fury of yesterday. He began to grow weary of waiting. Would Paul never return with the dog? Poor old Paul, it was rather hard on him to have claimed the elder brother"s privilege; but then Paul didn"t know--well, something he (Peter) suspected as to Vera"s feelings. For Peter had not claimed the privilege of first spear, he a.s.sured himself over and over again, with any mere selfish motive, but because he knew Vera would rather he killed this bear than Paul; and it couldn"t really matter to Paul, because--
Peter"s reflections had just reached this stage when, with a sudden and most startling rush, and a roar such as is never heard from the mouth of a sleepy and semi-comatose creature just awakened and sallying unwillingly from its winter lair, the big bear set flying the snow and ice which had formed a covering to the hole in which, with her cubs, she lay snugly beneath the upturned root of a pine tree, and made straight for the aggravating person whose presence close to her den had roused her into the state of insensate fury so easily developed by her quick-tempered tribe.
Peter barely had time to kick off his snowshoes and push them out of his way, to plant his heels securely, and present his formidable spear at the proper angle, when the great brute was upon him, or, to be more accurate, upon his spear.
This was a weapon of tough, seasoned, most carefully tested wood, provided with a murderous steel head and point, and a projecting notch two feet from the sharp end, designed to prevent the shaft from pa.s.sing right through the animal attacked. Down upon the slightly-raised point came the heavy bear, with an impetus which nearly carried Peter over backwards. That is the first crisis of bear-spearing, and a dangerous one it is, for should the hunter fall upon his back, the bear would fall over him, to tear and maul at his discretion, or until his own terrible wound put an end to his power to do mischief.
Peter withstood the shock with difficulty. He had never had to deal with a bear, up to this time, either so large or so savage. The way it now bit and tore at the hickory shaft, which had entered into its flesh to the depth of at least nine inches, was truly terrible by reason of the relentless savagery displayed in the onslaught. But the shaft was strengthened with iron side-supports, and was, moreover, a magnificent piece of wood, and Peter felt little fear that the wounded beast would rip or break it; she might tear off a few splinters--she was busily doing so already--but the good shaft would stand the strain. As for the power she would presently exert in pushing back at her a.s.sailant, that would be a different matter. She was hugely heavy, and Peter greatly feared that he would have trouble.
Only for a few moments she bit and tore at the spear handle; then she suddenly abandoned these tactics, and, looking full at her aggressor, she roared loudly, and began to push forward in order to get at him.
Peter was prepared to exert his strength, and exerted it. For a minute--two minutes--he checked the bear"s advance. Then she seemed to gather strength, and, pulling herself together, made a supreme effort.
It was as though the heavier forwards in a scrimmage at football forced back the weaker side inch by inch and foot by foot. Peter felt himself giving ground. He, too, made his effort, stemming the advance for five seconds, no more. Then again the bear pushed him steadily back, and Peter now began to realize that unless Paul came quickly to his a.s.sistance this bear-hunt might end after a fashion which would be unpleasant for himself as well as for the bear.
He shouted aloud, repeating Paul"s name half a dozen times. The bear replied with a couple of loud roars and many quaint moans and complaining noises; but there was no reply from Paul. Peter"s strength was failing rapidly, but the bear was still strong. How long could her strength hold out? Back went Peter step by step; he would continue to grip the spear at any rate.
"You"re booked anyway, my friend," he panted aloud. "You"re punished for frightening Vera; and if you kill me she"ll cry till her eyes are red, but no one will cry for you. As for your cubs, Paul will come along and kill every one of them."
Back went Peter, a step or half a step at every word. Suddenly the b.u.t.t of his spear came full against a pine trunk.
"Thank G.o.d!" said Peter; "that will give me breathing time."
Strong as she was, and full of indomitable courage and of fight, the furious bear could not now push her a.s.sailant an inch farther. This enraged, maddened her, and with a curious moaning roar she pressed herself forward an inch or two farther upon the shaft. Peter laughed aloud, and mocked her. "I have you now," he said; "push as hard as you please, you can"t uproot a pine tree."
She did her best, however, and for several minutes she strove madly to break down Peter"s guard, but vainly. Then suddenly he heard the yelping of Milka, and knew that help was at hand.
Peter was terribly tired, and his strength was nearly spent, nevertheless he determined to make one great effort to finish the fight unaided. Pulling himself together, he drew in his breath; then, with a great backward push against the tree, he put all his remaining strength into one great rush forward.
For a moment his success was complete and signal. Just as he had given ground but a few moments before, the bear now yielded to his renewed attack. For a second or two she slipped and scrambled backwards, and was within an ace of toppling over, which toppling is the end and object of the bear-spearer, for once down, he has the creature at his mercy; but this bear was a grand specimen of endurance and of splendid savage courage and fort.i.tude. She made yet another effort.
Back a second time went Peter. He was far too young and weak to pit himself against so doughty a champion as this. Back he went, step by step. He shouted for Paul, and Paul replied. Would he never arrive?
"Come quickly; I am worsted," cried Peter. He looked half round for his friendly tree trunk, and saw it. If he could walk backwards straight for it, he might still do without his brother. The spear b.u.t.t touched the trunk. "Ah!" panted Peter, "now I may breathe!"
But, alas! the shaft met the tree trunk at an angle and slipped. Peter had slightly slackened his hold, and as the expected support from behind failed him, he slipped and fell backwards. In an instant his hands let go the spear; the great brute, impaled upon it, fell forward upon him.
"Paul, Paul!" screamed poor Peter. "G.o.d help me!"
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Had Paul arrived one moment later, he might have remained at Selsky for all the good he could have done his brother. The bear would have won the victory, which, to speak the strict truth, she thoroughly deserved. But Paul arrived just in time to s.n.a.t.c.h the victory from Madam Bruin"s grasp; the fates were dead against her.
Young Paul knew very well indeed where to plant his knife-blow, so that even so large and powerful an animal as this would not require a second.
He was upon her, and had delivered his attack, striking hard and straight from over her shoulder, in a moment of time. Down went the brave, fearless beast--all her courage and all her strength had not availed her--falling right over Peter, and in her last gasp of life still consciously striving to involve her enemy in her own ruin. She opened her mouth and actually took Peter"s arm between her teeth, but had no strength to use her jaw in order to rend it, dying with open mouth, showing immense, formidable teeth, which were harmless to wound the prey that lay at her mercy just one instant too late. Paul with difficulty dragged her away, and allowed his brother to rise to his feet.
"Whew!" he said, "she"s heavy--thirty-five stones at least. She pushed thee over, Petka, I guess, like a ninepin."
"I was like a wheelbarrow in her hands," laughed Peter. "She pushed me where she would. Thy coming was well timed."
"Well, you"ve killed the bear that offended our Vera," said Paul, "and that is the chief thing."
"It is thanks to you that there is not more to avenge than Vera"s feelings," said Peter, with some emphasis. "I am grateful for your help, Paul; but do not say too much of the danger I stood in when we report the adventure to Vera. She might, you will understand, be somewhat upset to hear of the narrow escape I have had."
"What I understand, and I suppose you mean me to understand, is that Vera"s heart is yours," said Paul softly; "and if that be so, it is a possession which you must value highly, and which many would envy you."
"But not you, I trust, brother? Though I am but a year older, I have looked upon you as too young to think of such things, and have a.s.sumed that you would have observed for yourself that Vera and I are not indifferent to each other."
"No, I have not observed it," said Paul; "on the contrary, I have thought that you, for your part, were somewhat indifferent to her, while she--but no, I will not say that which I have in my mind, for I know nothing but what you have told me."