The negro, scared nearly into fits, still hung on to the edge of the ice, looking as if "spread-eagled" to it.
"Come, sir," said Wade.

"Better get down and put on your trousers,--what there is left of them." The darky turned an agonized, appealing visage over his shoulder, but, seeing only friends instead of bears, let go his hold, and dropped to his feet.
"That's what you call a 'sure shot,' is it," sneered Wade,--"that one you fired at the bear?
Guess you didn't hurt _us_ much at Petersburg." "He need to be pretty thankful that somebody fired a _sure shot_ about the time the bear was paying his compliments to him," laughed the captain.
"Yes: who fired that last shot ?" I asked of Donovan, who stood near.
"Wade did." We had to send back to the schooner for the butcher-knives, and also for a line to hoist the bear we had first killed out of the hole.
The bears were skinned: we wanted to save their hides for trophies.

As nearly as we could make out, they had been both wounded by the bullets from the howitzer, one of them--the one killed first--pretty severely.
They did not, however, appear to me, in this our first encounter with them, to be nearly so fierce nor so formidable as I had expected, from accounts I had read.

Hobbs cut out a piece of the haunch for steaks.
Palmleaf afterwards cooked it: but we didn't much relish it, save Guard; and he ate the most of it..