he had searched the place. Here in a cor- 

 ner a large tin box had been wrenched open, 

 and flour was scattered over the floor and 

 deacon-seat, as if a whirlwind had struck the 

 place. Mooween was playful evidently ; or 

 perhaps he was mad that the stuff for which 

 he had taken so much trouble was too dry 

 to eat. The white print of one paw was 

 drawn everywhere on the floor and walls. 

 This was the paw of a little bear, who had 

 undoubtedly come late, and had to be con- 

 tent with what the others had left. 



All over the log floor some cask or vessel 

 had been rolled about before the flour was 

 spilled, and I knew instantly that I was on 

 the track of the first bear that entered, the 

 big fellow that had torn the hole in the roof 

 and had then nosed all over the camp with- 

 out disturbing anything until he found what 

 he wanted. As the thing was rolled about 

 under his paw the contents had been spilled 

 liberally, and Mooween had followed it about, 

 lapping up what he found on the floor and 

 leaving not a single drop to tell the story; 

 but from the flies that gathered in clusters 



