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  1. One time it happened, when I unscrewed the flint of my gun to renew it, a huge bear charged upon me with a roar, I was utterly helpless. I could only run to a tree, so as to prepare for my defence. Unfortunately, in climbing, I let my knife fall, and I had nothing to screw in my flint with but my fingers, which were not sufficient. The bear took up his position at the foot of the tree, and every moment I expected to be devoured. As I have related on a previous occasion, I had succeeded in setting fire to my priming with the fire from my eyes, but that expedient did not seem very desirable to me ; it had occasioned me a soreness of the eyes, from which I had not again entirely recovered. In despair I contemplated my knife stuck right in the snow. At length, I got an idea as happy as singular. You know from experience that the good hunter, like the philosopher, has always something in readiness. As for me, my game- bag is a regular arsenal, which furnishes me with resources in every crisis. I rummaged, and discovered first a ball of cord, afterwards a piece of bent iron, and then a box full of wax. The wax was hardened by the cold, so I placed it in my bosom to soften it. Then I attached to the cord the piece of iron, which I smeared over with plenty of the wax, and let it fall immediately to the ground. The piece of iron, smeared with the wax, fastened itself to the handle of the knife. Accordingly as the wax grew harder, becoming chilled by the air, it acted as a cement. Having managed so, I manoeuvred with care to recover the knife. While I was busily engaged re-fitting my flint, Master Martin set about ascending the tree, but I met him with such a discharge as relieved him for ever of any desire of climbing trees.
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  3. - Chapter 2
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