brave man, told me he killed many of them, but this one he said died hard."

On another occasion, beside Jack, he was attended by a negro:

"We were thinking," says our author, "about descending into the even ground, when a rushing sound out of an adjoining patch of forest arrested our attention; there were a few low bushes near to the spot we stood on, and under cover of those we crouched the negro was all anxiety, and now and then half erected his body to peep out. Jack uttered a few testy words to him in Spanish. I asked him what he was saying. 'I tell him keep him black skin under de bush.' After some minutes, a few brown deer rushed out of the woods, dashing along with great speed, heads erect, and antlers resting back on the neck; they were running in nearly a line with the bushes that hid us from their view, but in order to head them completely, we writhed ourselves through the grass some way.

"Presently, two or three loud roars, and three tigers made their appearance, bounding in chase after them. The deer were now within a short distance of us; my guide whispered to me, 'shoot at deer, me watch tiger. I fired at the advancing herd, one rolled over; the other barrel, a second dropped to his knees wounded. At this moment the foremost tiger came within the range of Jack's rifle, which cracked off with a report that echoed far, and the animal instantly dropped dead. It was

a steady aim and true shot. The guns were quickly reloaded; the two remaining tigers stopped suddenly, looked wildly round, and sprang off apparently terrified, with as much speed as they came in view."

The following is an account of an adventure with a bear:

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"I was hunting, one day," says Dr. Coulter, the foot of Mount St. Bernardino, situated in the parallel of 84 degrees north latitude, in company with the hunter I have already spoken of. We were quietly seated, discussing a piece of roast venison, when the ugly visage of a grisly bear peeped out from some bushes about twenty yards on one side of us. We instantly jumped up, and moved some distance off. The huge beast gradually drew himself out from his concealment, and trotted briskly down to our fire, where, a few minutes before, we were roasting our venison. Not finding much there for him, he commenced galloping after us. said, 'I reckon this an ugly customer.

first fire.'

The hunter I'll take the

"The shot was a true one: the ball hit the brute somewhere about the head, for all the blood was dripping down his face, and he gave a roar that echoed through the woods. 'What are you gaping at!' said the hunter to me, as I was watching the bear, expecting to see him roll over every second.

'Why don't you fire?

A steady hand now!' I dropped on one knee to make sure of my aim, and fired. 'That's into his carcase. Give him the other barrel,' said the hunter. I did so, and with effect; yet he pursued us. 'This is a devil in arnest,' said my companion. Three balls in him now, and on he comes as fresh as ever. Run on, you, and load. I'm ready for him now.'

"I did so, and was quickly ready. As soon as my friend discharged his rifle into our pursuing antagonist, he ran past me further on to load again, whilst I stood and fired both barrels again at the bear. We continued on in this manner at a short distance from our dangerous enemy, like riflemen retreating. One stopped to fire while the other retreated to reload, until nearly a mile of ground was passed over, when this huge grisly bear dropped on his haunches, and gave a thrilling roar, after receiving fifteen balls from our two guns.

"I relate this incident merely for the purpose of conveying to you an idea of the extreme tenacity of life these dangerous brutes possess. However, I have seen them killed with a single ball, and many of them with the second shot. But this one, that we rau so much risk with, was unusually large and fierce; and the hunter said, when he buried his tomahawk into the skull of the brute, as he yet, though blind with the shot, kept on his haunches; "I'm of opinion, grisly bear, you're the biggest and hardest critter of your kind to kill ever I shot at.'

"As the hunter examined the huge brute now dead before us, he said, 'One gun would never have killed that bear. See, he has five bullet holes in his face and head. Only look at his claws! I know well that the greatest Indian chief on either side of the Rocky Mountains would be proud to wear them as a necklace!' He cut off the paws, and told me they were mine. I declined, and said he must keep them.

'Very well, comrade,' said he. 'Ill just clean them handsome off, and wear them myself as a trophy. I judge there's not a man, either Ingin or white, in California, who will have such a set of claws dangling on his breast."

AN ADVENTURE AT SEA.

BOTH the captain and I put on our clothes hastily and went on deck; we listened for a length of time without hearing anything: as the ship made a little way through the water, the main was thrown aback in order to listen more attentively. After straining our eyes through the night-glasses in the direction pointed out, we were going to denounce it as the Flying Dutchman, or something of the kind, when a hoarse guttural shout assailed our ears; some of the oldest hands in the ship remained transfixed and powerless: again it was repeated, though nearer, and again all was still; by-and-by a slight splashing sound was conveyed to the ship, something like a log of wood was seen through the gloom, and the word "Pihii" (ship) was uttered as if from one in pain.

"A native in distress," said the captain as he withdrew the night-glass from his eye; 66 a crew for the larboard quarter boat to pick him up." The words banished superstition, and the men instantly threw off their jackets to obey the dictates of humanity, through the orders given. It was yet intensely dark, and the lanterns were brought to assist in carefully lowering the boat; a few minutes sufficed, however, to get her clear of the ship, and as we could not see her, we passed the time in listening to the clank of the oars, as she pulled away through the gloom; there could now only be heard, and that occasionally, an odd jerk in the rullocks of the boat; they were evidently searching for the object of distress; a few minutes more the signal of success was exhibited in

the boat, the concealed lantern and a hearty cheer followed, which was loudly responded to from the ship. I may here mention, that the lights in lanterns on board the ship and in the boats are generally veiled until the moment they are required, for this reason, that the men can better distinguish objects when all is nearly dark than when a light is glared on them, as it renders the obscurity doubly obscure.

One of the ship's lanterns was now held up half way up the mizen rigging to direct the boat in the proper direction, which shortly reached the stern of the ship, with a small shattered looking canoe in tow, with a native and child in it; when they came alongside, the stranger and child were put into the boat, which was hoisted up with a lively hand over hand song; when it was high enough, and resting on the cranes, the man and child were lifted carefully in on deck; one of his arms was dreadfully bruised and swollen, the boy safe, but both in a great state of exhaustion. Their story was soon told: he was a Marquesan, belonging to the island of Fetuiva, was making an excursion with another man and his child to one of the neighbouring islands, when it came on to blow heavily, and drove them off the islands, with scarcely any food in the canoe.

The wind afterwards ceased, when a fresh disaster happened to them; a number of small whales had either been gamboling, or running very fast in the night, when they unfortunately came in contact with their frail vessel and capsized it. One of the men was killed and knocked overboard, to be seen no more; the other, with his child fast on his shoulder, contrived to right his canoe, and bale her out with the one, and only paddle he had now, as the other was lost; with this he contrived to make a little way towards the islands, though the current was sadly against him, and he was buried in the depths of despair when our ship was fanning her way close to him. He was a