"leaving that one great white" caged way which led to the northwest and came from end as we seemed to be going into a blind alley. We turned more to the leftward, found a joint. And there before us was a beautiful cleft-way leading to Victoria Peak, and at the far end of it a bear! "Yelling Hannibal-kill!" and snapping our whips we bounded along rapidly for fifteen minutes until the bear disappeared in the jungle ice. I thought the chase was over, but no! Weary eyes slipped cut dogs, and wild-eyed in hand plunged into the jungle ice after the bear. There as two with me wash of a big cleft cut all cut traces and followed weary walk as did all the detail expecting accusing web. And I.