The Complete Writings of Charles Dudley Warner — Volume 3

by Charles Dudley Warner

This etext was prepared by David Widger, widger@cecomet.net

The Complete Writings of Charles Dudley Warner Volume 3

[SPELLING: There are many interesting spelling variations from modern day usage in the first two books which remind one that English is not a dead language (grewsome and bowlders I particularly like); but in Captain Smith and Pocohantas one is taken back into Elizabethan times where spelling of the same word may well vary three times a page and is a matter, as one may say, of "every man for himself." D.W.]

CONTENTS:

IN THE WILDERNESS HOW SPRING CAME IN NEW ENGLAND CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH POCOHANTAS

IN THE WILDERNESS

HOW I KILLED A BEAR

So many conflicting accounts have appeared about my casual encounter with an Adirondack bear last summer that in justice to the public, to myself, and to the bear, it is necessary to make a plain statement of the facts. Besides, it is so seldom I have occasion to kill a bear, that the celebration of the exploit may be excused.

The encounter was unpremeditated on both sides. I was not hunting for a bear, and I have no reason to suppose that a bear was looking for me. The fact is, that we were both out blackberrying, and met by chance, the usual way. There is among the Adirondack visitors always a great deal of conversation about bears,—a general expression of the wish to see one in the woods, and much speculation as to how a person would act if he or she chanced to meet one. But bears are scarce and timid, and appear only to a favored few.

It was a warm day in August, just the sort of day when an adventure of any kind seemed impossible. But it occurred to the housekeepers at our cottage—there were four of them—to send me to the clearing, on the mountain back of the house, to pick blackberries. It was rather a series of small clearings, running up into the forest, much overgrown with bushes and briers, and not unromantic. Cows pastured there, penetrating through the leafy passages from one opening to another, and browsing among the bushes. I was kindly furnished with a six-quart pail, and told not to be gone long.