Chasse à l'ours en Russie

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Our operator was fortunate to be on the ground when an interesting bear hunt took place in far-away Russia, that land of snow and heavy coated animals. We watch the hunting party as they start out in their sleighs early in the morning, muffled up to the chin in heavy fur coats. The snow looks so white and beautiful in this land of long, severe winters, one envies these huntsmen for the day of sport that lies before them. When they reach the forest they look around for Bruin's footprints and soon come upon his tracks. Men and dogs follow them, and soon the beaters have the huge beast within range of the huntsmen's rifles. A bullet well aimed hits the bear and he staggers but decides to sell his life at a high price, and falling upon one of the men, sinks his teeth into his arm. The others rush to the assistance of their companion and one of them, making a tourniquet, stops the flow of blood from the wounded member. He is then carried back to the camp by some of the party. Bruin, whom the dogs have now pretty well exhausted, is still fighting them off as they jump around him, snapping and howling. We see, however, that his strength is almost spent, and soon, after giving two or three groans, the magnificent fellow breathes his last. The hunters hurry over to him, and calling off the dogs, fasten his feet to a pole and carry him off to the camp, a fine specimen for their first day's hunting.