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After brushing from our recollections the cobwebs which time has collected there, my husband is reminded of a bear hunt which he, together with some others, once engaged in. He insists that it must have a place in this our reminiscence of early times: One morning the cry was raised that a large bear had been seen passing near our house, and had gone on to the north. Off they started in pursuit, stopping not for swamps, creeks, or marshes, expecting every moment to overtake and give him battle; but, I fancy bruin stood in no immediate danger, as not one of the party ever caught sight of him after leaving home. When they halted to take breath, they found the day was far advanced, and were so bewildered that no two of them could agree as to the direction they should take to return home; they, however saw some Indian huts at a distance, and determined to try to obtain food and shelter for the night. Judging from their story, their reception was not a very cordial one. A shoulder of venison was all they were able to obtain from the Indians, and that only by paying a high price for it, and which must have made, without bread or salt, rather an unsavory meal, but served in some degree to appease their appetites. As there was a number of them, they occupied different lodges for the night. One of the party informed me that an
old Indian woman in the tent where he passed the night kneaded some flour on a bark, and made a kind of doughnut, which she fried in deer's tallow.
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