"gas engine. It was a cross between a gallop and a trot. Her gait would have driven a hard common Irish! A small pup, or mouser-pug-wolf, was perched at her third quarter, taking a nip whenever she touched the ter. I was seated in the chair, my dogs springing at Jackie. I turned to get my camera out of the case and when I looked again I had jumped backwards, and was within ten yards of the bear! Just then she turned. My dogs split, some going one side of her and some the other. In an instant my hedge ran right into her and she came almost on top of me. As I saw her coming I jumped and ran to the side. In a few seconds she was fleeing