“But I can’t see how anyone could believe that you killed the bear with a pitchfork,” I said. “I didn’t. I only wounded it—badly, I think, but not enough to put it out of action. It came blundering towards me, I stepped aside and it crashed head-first into the river—I could hear it threshing about in the darkness. I picked up a big stone—poor brute, I hated to do it but I had to finish it off. It gave just one groan as the stone hit it and then went down. I held the lantern high; I could see the bubbles coming up. And then I saw the dark bulk of it under the water, being carried along by the
...more
