A FAT LITTLE EDITOR. 73 



thin and very hungry, with cubs at her 

 heels, and she wanted that fat little city 

 editor's fish. I know it would take 

 volumes to convince you that I really 

 meant for the bear to pass by him and 

 come after me and my friend with both 

 fish and bacon, and so, with half a line, I 

 assert this truth and pass on. Nor was 1 

 in any peril in appropriating the little 

 brown bear to myself. Any man who 

 knows what he is about is as safe with a 

 bear on a steep hillside as is the best bull 

 fighter in any arena. No bear can keep his 

 footing on a steep hillside, much less fight. 

 And whenever an Indian is in peril he al 

 ways takes down hill till he comes to a 

 steep plane, and then lets the bear almost 

 overtake him, when he suddenly steps aside 

 and either knifes the bear to the heart or 

 lets the open-mouthed beast go on down 

 the hill, heels over head. 



The fat editor turned his face toward 

 me, and it was pale. "What! Lie down 

 and be eaten up while you lie there and 





