NOT IDLE TEARS.
The explorer was entertaining his friends with yarns of the ice country. “And once,” he related, “I was cornered by a polar bear, and didn’t have a bullet to protect myself. Tears came in my eyes as I thought of home.” “What then?” asked his breathless friends. “Why, the tears froze hard as rocks, and, ramming them in my gun, I fired and killed the bear.”
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIII, Issue VIII, 20 August 1904, Page 68
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69NOT IDLE TEARS. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIII, Issue VIII, 20 August 1904, Page 68
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