Only time of year when I'm afraid of a b'ar is when he is jest out of his den in the spring, and when he's huntin' fer a den in a snowstorm." Addison and I were crying, "Whoa!" and trying to hold those ten horses.
Asa was similarly engaged with his six on the scoot.

Every instant, too, the sounds were coming nearer, and a moment later two large animals appeared ahead of us in the stormy obscurity.

One was chasing the other, and was striking him with his paw; their snarls and roars were terrific.
We caught only a glimpse of them.

Then all sixteen of the horses bolted at once.

Asa could not hold his six.