their wood during the long winter. I walked 

 up on this, wondering at its huge size and 

 making a great clatter as the chips slipped 

 from under me. Suddenly there was a ter- 

 rifying rumble at my feet. A bear burst 

 out of the chip pile, as if he had been blown 

 up by an explosion, and plunged away head- 

 long into the silent woods. 



This was startling enough on a quiet day. 

 I had been looking for something that Moo- 

 ween had left, not for Moo\veen himself. I 

 stood stock still where I was on the chip 

 pile, staring after the bear, wondering first 

 where he came from, and then wondering 

 what would have happened had he been 

 inside the shanty when I came in through 

 the roof. Then I came down and found the 

 queerest den that ever I have stumbled upon 

 in the woods. 



On the north side of the mound a tunnel 

 a couple of feet long had been dug by the 

 bear, and the heart of the chip pile had been 

 thrown out to make a little cave, just big 

 enough for Mooween to lie down in. I poked 

 my head into it, and to my astonishment 



