Thenceforth they differed about the course to be followed.  One wished to go directly forward, and the other insisted that a detour should be made.  After a long discussion, they resolved to place Ireneus between them, and advance in three lines, keeping, however, near enough together to be able to unite against the enemy.  They made Ireneus understand them by signs, and he assented to their plan.  One of them took a bottle of brandy from his pouch, and offered it to the young officer, who, par complaisance, placed it to his lips, and handed it to his companion; he gave it an embrace, and passed it on to the third, from whom it received equal attention.  Ireneus, who also had brought some provisions, drank a glass of generous wine to their health.

The three huntsmen then entered the forest.  The boughs of the pines were sufficiently far apart not to impede their passage.  The ground, however, was covered with underwood, and trunks of trees covered with snow on which his foot slipped every minute.  After a short time the peasants slackened their pace, and sought for the tracks of the bear.  Ireneus went on, without observing that he was in advance.  He soon found that he was far ahead, and halted for them.  As he looked round for them, he saw something at the foot of a tree.

It was the bear, and an immense one.  His paws were bent under his body, his head was concealed in the snow, and he seemed asleep.

Ireneus rejoiced at this discovery, and recalling what Ebba had said, smiled at the idea of acquiring, in the first attempt, the honor so much desired in the country, of having a brass nail in the stock of his gun.

To make his shot surer, he ascended a little eminence still nearer the animal.  He cocked his gun, and advanced carefully.  The eminence, however, was formed only of a mass of leaves and twigs, the interstices being concealed by the snow.  As he put his foot on it, it gave way, he fell, and his gun was discharged.

Before he could rise the animal was awake, and rushed on him.  It placed its two paws on the shoulder, and having him thus in its power, with its eye sparkling with rage, joked at its victim.  Unable to move, Ireneus closed his eyes, and commended his soul to the mercy of God.

The claws of the animal had already pierced his flesh, when he heard the report of a gun both on his right and left.  Each had reached the animal’s head, which fell dead on the meditated victim, covering him with blood, and lacerating Ireneus’s breast and chest in its convulsive agony.

At the same moment, with a cry of triumph, the two peasants ran to him.  They found him paralyzed by the weight of the animal, and bathed in blood.  They lifted him up, rubbed his temples with brandy, and holding him by the belt, made him take a step or two, to see if he could walk.  He could do so.