THE LAST BEAR SHOT ON PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND This is a true story about the last bear ever seen or shot on Prince Edward Island . It was told by the late Bernard Leslie , formerly of Souris Line Road , an uncle of Mrs. Elda Whalen , New Zealand , Dad arrived home from Souris one afternoon about three o'clock. It was a fine, calm, day, and my brother, George, and I had been busy cleaning up in the workshop. We had stoked up the old stove with shavings and sawdust. The door was open to let out the excessive heat from the roaring fire, and we noticed Dad coming up the lane from the main road, and he was coaxing the horse to go faster. I remarked to George that Dad thinks we have the workshop on fire because of all the smoke boiling out of the chimney and rising upwards for maybe a quarter mile. Naturally, this would cause Dad to think that the shop was perhaps on fire. We ran across the yard to take the horse and put him in the stable. Much to our great surprise, Dad never mentioned the smoke because he was too busy trying to tell something. The words poured out, but he wasn't making very much sense. The only word that was coherent was "Bear!" Three or four times he tried to light his pipe, and each time he would hold the match too long and burn his fingers. We were enjoying his excitement, chuckling to ourselves, as he attempted to simmer down. However, the words were coming so fast that he could barely catch his breath. Now and then, he would look up at us with a withering glance, as if we were too stupid to understand anyway. Finally, he said, "Put the horse in the stable and I will go in and tell your mother." Now, it was we who became excited and no horse ever went into the stable so fast. We even forgot to knock the snowballs