(Ttlau'e Bofcit Companion 



MISS GRIZZLY 



JUST as I reached the edge of the woods by a 

 sawmill in the Medicine Bow Mountains, a 

 young grizzly rushed at me as though to "chew me 

 up." She frightened me for a second, but the next 

 instant I realized that it was only a bluff. 



"You are not polite to strangers," I said to her. 



She stood still for a minute, looked at me qui- 

 etly, and then began leaping and racing about me 

 like an awkward puppy who has just made your 

 acquaintance and is eager for play. . 



"Miss Grizzly" had been captured when a small 

 cub, about a year and a half before, and raised by 

 the foreman of the mill. The pet and favorite of all 

 the men in camp, she had the freedom of the place, 

 played with the visiting teamsters, and welcomed 

 strangers. She was companionable with every one, 

 but was nobody's grizzly. 



Early in her life at the mill she had learned to be 

 afraid of the big buzzing saw. One day as she stood 



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