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46 There was a charge in the musket—pricked and primed was the pan—

My finger crooked on the trigger—when he reared up like a man.

"Horrible, hairy, human, with paws like hands in prayer,

Making his supplication rose Adam-zad the Bear!

I looked at the swaying shoulders, at the paunch's swag and swing,

And my heart was touched with pity for the monstrous, pleading thing.

"Touched with pity and wonder, I did not fire then...

I have looked no more on women—I have walked no more with men.

Nearer he tottered and nearer, with paws like hands that pray—

From brow to jaw that steel-shod paw, it ripped my face away!

"Sudden, silent, and savage, searing as flame the blow—

Faceless I fell before his feet, fifty summers ago.