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A shout came down from the range side, and when the others joined me even Harry surveyed the bear with wolfish eyes, while it did not take long to perform what the French-Canadians call the _eventrer_, and, smeared red all over, we bore the dismembered carcass into camp. We feasted like wild beasts -- we were frankly animal then -- and it was not until hunger was satisfied that we remembered the empty place. Then we drew closer together, and, though it was mere fancy, the gloom of the forest seemed to thicken round the circle of fading firelight, as Harry said:
"He was the life of the party at either work or feast. Ralph, we shall miss him sorely; a sound sleep to him!"