He pointed his gun up at the large, black thing, and pulled the trigger. Flash, went the powder in the touch-hole, pop went the gun, whiz went the bullet through the air, and the man looked, expecting to see the bear fall down dead from the tree.
Instead of that, a man came rushing out of the bushes, calling out,
“Halloa there,—what are you shooting my coat for?”
The man was at first so astonished that he could hardly speak. Presently he said,
“Who are you, sir?”
“I am a wood-cutter. I came out here to cut wood, and I hung my coat on the tree; now you have shot a hole through it!!”
“Is that your coat?”
“Yes.”
“I thought it was a bear.”
“A bear!!” said the wood-cutter with astonishment.