Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Two: How the ''Cub of the Panther'' Proves too Much for the Bear >> Page 202

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 202 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
smile, but a glance of such grave and peculiar sweetness, as made both
urchins happy.
The bear weighed five hundred and fifteen pounds. Every shot had
told in some way upon her; but the thickness of fur, hide and fat, were
no ordinary barriers even to the progress of a rifle bullet. One ball was
found to have broken a rib and glanced off into the flesh; another had
also glanced from the shoulder. The bullet of Sam had struck the beast
full in the mouth, and passed out through the nape of the neck, but with-
out touching the vertebrae, or seriously affecting the muscles which con-
nect with that region. She might have survived all these wounds, such
is the frequent vitality of the animal, especially in certain seasons of the
year. The coup de grace was finally given in the bullet driven through her
ears by the "Cub," and the prompt use of his knife simply cut short her
dying struggles.
The day's work, two deers and one bear, and all of such dimensions,
and all in such fine order, constituted for all parties and for that day, a
sufficient glory. To get the meat home was the only problem, for which
the veteran hunters soon found a prompt solution. It was a merry night
and a grand supper at Rosedale Cottage, whither the whole party went.