From circumstances, I have reason to believe the bear continued to maltreat me for the space of from two to three minutes. As I perfectly retained my senses the whole time, my feelings whilst, in this horrible situation can be better imagined than narrated. But at length, the incessant attacks of my dog drew his attention from me, and I had the satisfaction to see him retreat, which he did at a very slow pace, into an adjoining thicket.

Immediately the animal left me I arose, and applied snow by the handful to my head, to stanch the blood which was flowing from it in streams. I lost a very large quantity, and the bear not a little; so that the snow around the scene of conflict was deluged with gore.

From the state of the snow, the distance, &c., my companions did not come to my assistance until a minute or two after the bear had retreated, and when I was on my legs and bathing my wounds. With the exception of calling my man Elg, who was much the nearest to me, twice by name, at the moment of the beast closing with me, I uttered no cry or exclamation whatever during the trying scene. Elg, as he subsequently told me, had no idea, therefore, I was in jeopardy, but merely thought I required his aid in killing the animal. Under any circumstances, however, it would have been impossible for him to have rescued me; for at the time of the mishap, he was considerably below me on the mountain side, which was precipitous, and there was a dense brake between us.

At first, from the pain of my wounds, and the weakness consequent on loss of blood, which ran from my head so as almost to blind me, I thought myself much more hurt than I was in reality, and disabled for that day at least. So that, on Elg's coming up, I immediately directed him to put an end to the wounded bear, whose tracks were deeply marked with blood, which he effected in about ten minutes, and within from two to three hundred paces of the spot where the encounter between us had taken place.

In about five minutes afterwards, having in the interval greatly recovered myself, and put my gun (which in the melée had been buried in the snow) in order, I had rejoined him on my skidor.

Our prize proved to be a male bear of the largest size, but much emaciated from age (probably from thirty to forty years old), from which cause his teeth were either broken or greatly blunted. To this circumstance my salvation was probably attributable, for, had his fangs entered my person in every place where they left indentations, I must have been nearly torn to pieces.

As it was, I escaped wonderfully; my body, to be sure, was covered with severe contusions, for the skin being only slightly raised, wounds they could hardly be called. My right hand and wrist_were a good deal hurt, for at the commencement of the affair, how, I know not, I got my hand into the mouth, and even partially down the very throat of the brute, where it seemed as if imbedded in slaver; and my skull, for a considerable extent, was laid bare in two places, the one wound, by the doctor's account on the following day, being eight, the other nine inches in length-though parts of both were, of

Carefully preserved by myself, and recently presented to the British Museum, by the Earl of Selkirk,

course, superficial. But, from my hair being cut very short, and the fangs of the beast thus readily passing through it, I escaped being scalped, as would almost inevitably have been the case, had I worn it in locks or clusters after the Swedish fashion.

Happily, however, I was so little disabled by the injuries I had received, that I contrived to make my way late the same evening (the accident having occurred within less than two hours of sunset) to my quarters, a distance of some eight or nine miles, and, with the exception of the last two, when I used a horse, either on my skidor or on foot.

But, for a long time subsequently I suffered from my wounds, and the weakness consequent on loss of blood; not sufficiently so, however, as to prevent me (though I admit it was a great effort) from taking the field again four days afterwards.

Sweden, June 15th, 1844.

L. LLOYD.

SWEETMEAT.

THE PROPERTY OF ARTHUR W. HILL, ESQ.

ENGRAVED BY E. HACKER, FROM A PAINTING BY J. F. HERRING, SENR.

In introducing Sweetmeat as the very best horse, perhaps, not merely of his year, but his time, plain fact supplies us with such a profusion of sound argument as to warrant our turning at once to it. In all the grand essentials of a good race-horse-bottom, pace, pluck, and luck—the three-year-old running of our present hero tends to make him pretty nearly perfect; while these abilities have forced him up, like a true genius, from the very lowest to the very highest ranks. In accomplishing this desideratum, he has enjoyed no great assistance from time or place, but has rather stolen gradually into renown, in a manner which, generally speaking, promises far more for its being lasting than if he had blazed forth all in a moment, like a Merry Monarch or a bit of Phosphorus. This, by the bye, reminds us that Sweetmeat has neither crowned nor commenced his career by that usual sine quâ non, winning the Derby; the only, and really, as we think, the best reason to be given for such a deficiency is in the plain fact, again, that he could not run for it.

PEDIGREE.

Sweetmeat, a brown colt, was bred by the late Mr. George Clark, in 1842, and is by Gladiator, out of Lollypop by Starch or Voltaire, her dam Belinda (sister to Laurel) by Blacklock, out of Wagtail by Prime Minister-Orville-Miss Grimston by Weasel-Ancaster— Damascus Arabian-Sampson.

Gladiator, the sire of Sweetmeat, was bred by Mr. Walker, in 1833, and is by Partisan, out of Pauline by Moses. He never ap

peared in public but once, when he ran second to Bay Middleton for the Derby; Miss Sarah, Napier, Prize-fighter, Peter the Hermit, Joan of Arc, Hope, Quebec, Harriet, and others, are also amongst the good stock as yet out by him.

Lollypop, bred by Major Yarburgh, in 1836, ran three or four times tolerably well at three years old, and retired to the stud on the close of that season, where, in 1841, she produced her first foal, Theriacus, by Emilius, a child of great promise that never performed it; and, in the year following, a second colt foal, Sweetmeat, that has done a deal more than ever was expected of him. In this same year, and but a few months after the birth of Sweetmeat, came the death of Mr. George Clark, into whose hands Lollypop had shifted, and the whole stud being submitted to the discretion of Messrs. Tattersall, the dam was knocked down for fifty-three guineas; Theriacus, to Mr. Gully, for two hundred and fifty guineas; and Sweetmeat, to Mr. A. W. Hill, for twenty-one guineas!-the lowest figure but one in the twenty-eight lots of thorough-bred stock put up.

Sweetmeat is a dark-brown colt, quite free from white, and not more than fifteen hands and a half high. He is altogether a very racing-looking nag, although possessing no peculiar points. His head is neat, and well set on to a light neck; his shoulders are strong, and well inclined back; large fore and back ribs; high withers: strong back and loins; long quarters; full in the gaskins; good arms, thighs, and hocks, with excellent flat legs and sound feet. He has an excellent temper; and, in short, every quality generally considered requisite for both running well and running on.

PERFORMANCES.

In 1844, Sweetmeat, then two years old, made an opening at Liverpool, where, ridden by S. Darling, jun., he won the Stanley Stakes of 15 sovs. each, 10 ft., with 30 added, for two and three-year-olds (fourteen subscribers); beating Mr. Meiklam's Godfrey (2), Lord George Bentinck's Miss Elis (3), and the following not placed:-Lord Westminster's Fanny Eden, Sir R. Pigot's Lass of Gowrie, Mr. Williamson's Doctor Husband, Sir J. Gerard's Pluto, Mr. Mostyn's Master Stepney, Lord Stanley's Zephon, and Mr. Watts' Pickpocket: 4 to 1 agst, Sweetmeat, who won by a length. At Wolverhampton, ridden by Calloway, he won the Chillington Stakes of 10 sovs. each, with 50 added (sixteen subscribers), beating Mr. Copeland's My Mary (2), and the following not placed:-Mr. E. Peel's Frances, Mr. G. Ongley's Mystery, Sir J. Gerard's Pluto, Mr. Cook's Yellow Boy, and Mr. Davis's bay filly by Harkaway, out of Miss Newton: 3 to 1 agst. Sweetmeat, who won by a length. At Wrexham, ridden by S. Darling, jun., he won the Champagne Stakes of 20 sovs. each, h. ft., for two and three-year-olds, beating Mr. Mostyn's Master Stepney (2), Mr. T. R. Price's Missey (3), and Sir W. W. Wynn's Sir Jasper won easy. At Nottingham, ridden by Calloway, he ran second to Sir J. Gerard's Pluto for the Two-year-old Stakes of 20 sovs. each, h. ft., with 30 added, Lord Chesterfield's Stitch third, and Mr. R. Bell's bay filly by Romulus fourth: won easy.

In 1845, Sweetmeat, ridden by Arthur, won the Trial Stakes of 10