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MUSIC-LOVING BEARS. 



No, don't despise the bear, either in his 

 life or his death. He is a kingly fellow, 

 every inch a king; a curious, monkish, 

 music-loving, roving Robin Hood of his 

 somber woods a silent monk, who knows 

 a great deal more than he tells. And please 

 don't go to look at him and sit in judgment 

 on him behind the bars. Put yourself in 

 his place and see how much of manhood or 

 kinghood would be left in you with a muz 

 zle on your mouth, and only enough liberty 

 left to push your nose between two rusty 

 bars and catch the peanut which the good 

 little boy has found to be a bad one and so 

 generously tosses it to the bear. 



Of course, the little boy, remembering 

 the experience of about forty other little 

 boys in connection with the late bald- 

 headed Elijah, has a prejudice against the 



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