An angry bear is afraid of no living man or beast.

Moreover, these kings of the Northern forests are huge beasts, capable of smothering a strong man by falling on him and lying there--a death which has come to more than one daring hunter.

The beast's favorite method of dealing with his foe is to claw him to death, or else hug him till his ribs are snapped and crushed into his vitals.
The bear stood poking his head and looking about with little, fiery, bloodshot eyes for something to destroy.

His rage was manifest, and in his strength he was a grand sight.

The majesty of power and a dauntless courage were his.
It was De Chauxville's shot, and while keeping his eye on the bear, Paul glanced impatiently over his shoulder from time to time, wondering why the Frenchman did not fire.