82 TEUE BEAK STOEIES. 



Then again came the yell from the top 

 of the big leaning maple. Then there was 

 a moment of silence, and then the cry: "Oh, 

 Moses! Why don't you come, I say, and 

 help me catch him?" By this time I could 

 see the leaves rustling. And I could see 

 the boy rustling, too. 



And just behind him was a bear. He 

 had treed the bear, sure enough! 



My eyes gradually grew accustomed to 

 the gloom and density, and I now saw the 

 red mouth of the bear amid the green foli 

 age high overhead. The bear had already 

 pulled off one of Ed's boots and was about 

 making a bootjack of his big red mouth 

 for the other. 



"Why don't you come on, I say, and help 

 me catch him?" 



He kicked at the bear, and at the same 

 time hitched himself a little further along 

 up the leaning trunk, and in doing so 

 kicked his remaining boot into the bear's 

 mouth. 



