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sweep with his right paw and caught Pete 

 on the side of the head. The blow either 

 destroyed the cinnamon's left eye or tore 

 the flesh around it, so that the blood 

 blinded him on that side, for during the 

 rest of the fight he tried to keep his right 

 side toward the grizzly and seemed unable 

 to avoid blows delivered on his left. 



For at least a quarter of an hour the 

 combat raged, without an instant's cessa 

 tion, both belligerents keeping up a terrific 

 growling, punctuated with occasional 

 howls of pain. Neither could get a fair blow 

 at the other's head. Had the grizzly struck 

 the cinnamon with the fall force of his tre 

 mendous arm, Pete's skull would have 

 surely been smashed. Pete finally got 

 enough, broke away from the Monarch and 

 fled into the brush, a badly used up bear; 

 and he never came back. 



Having won his supper by force of arms, 

 the grizzly was no longer suspicious of the 

 bait, and he ate up the best part of a quar 

 ter of beef before he left the battle ground. 



