“Growling like a mastiff”

“…on the opposite side of the ford was a large polar bear feasting on a beluga; we boldly took the ford thinking the bear would go away, but when halfway across, he lifted his head, placed his forepaws on the beluga, and uttering a loud growl, showed us such a set of teeth as made us turn up the stream, and for fifty yards wade up to our middle before we could cross, during this time the bear eyed us, growling like a mastiff dog.”

Narrative by David Thompson (b1770-d1857)

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