He heard me, and cried out, “No shoot, no shoot; stand still, and you get much laugh:” and as the nimble creature ran two feet for the bear’s one, he turned on a sudden on one side of us, and seeing a great oak-tree fit for his purpose, he beckoned to us to follow; and doubling his pace, he got nimbly up the tree, laying his gun down upon the ground, at about five or six yards from the bottom of the tree.
Por cada paso del oso, el ágil muchacho daba dos y, así, giró de repente muy cerca de nosotros y nos hizo señas para que le siguiéramos. Viendo un enorme roble, como puesto allí para sus propósitos, se subió a él, dejando el fusil en el suelo a cinco o seis yardas de allí.