For our life in the under fifty dogs, I was running back and forth trying to focus my camera and yelling for the soldiers to shoot it save the dogs which we could hear yelping with pain. To my surprise there was not a rifle in sight, my dogs were still fast to the ledge and right in the middle of it! I yelled for Arthur to get his revolver. By this time the whole thing had started again South. Away we went I chasing to the backs of the ledge yelling for my dogs to stop which is the last thing they thought of doing. In the meantime the soldiers were spending their time yelling and swapping their whips. When his was was brandishing a welding iron and finally threw it into the fray of the bear, seeing a comming was