however, dawn came, the bear went away.

At sunrise Marasty renewed his efforts to escape, and though his hand
was now blistered and sore, he worked for several hours. Then thirst
attacked him; and he dug in the ground, but without avail, in the hope
of finding moisture. Again he turned to the cutting of the log, but
soon exhaustion weakened his exertions. Night came on again and with
it came the bear; but this time he was glad to see the brute, for its
presence made him feel less lonely and drove away despair. This time,
too, the bear sat around in such a friendly way, that Marasty felt
relieved enough to sing some hymns and do a little praying; but when he
began to sing a second time, the big black beast lost patience, got up
and walked away, much to the regret of the imprisoned hunter.

In the morning the now almost lifeless Marasty heard in the distance
the voice of his brother calling his name; but though he shouted wildly
in answer, no response came, for the wind was blowing in the wrong
direction, and defeated his attempt to benefit by the help that was so
near. Later, the unhappy man swooned.

About noon the brother, finding the sufferer's trail, arrived upon the
scene, removed the drop-log, picked up the unconscious man, and
carrying him to his canoe, cut away the thwarts and laid him in. After
a paddle of fifteen miles to the portage landing, he left the stricken
wretch in the canoe, and ran four miles to get help. With other men
and two horses he speedily returned, rigged up a stage swung between
the horses, and laying Marasty thereon, transported him through the
bush to his home.

In the meantime, an express had been despatched to Prince Albert to