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ACK and Jill, the hunter 

 named the cubs; and Jill, 

 the little fury, did nothing 

 to change his early im- 

 pression of her bad tem- 

 per. When at food-time the man came 

 she would get as far as possible up the 

 post and growl, or else sit in sulky fear 

 and silence; Jack would scramble down 

 and strain at his chain to meet his 

 captor, whining softly, and gobbling his 

 food at once with the greatest of gusto 

 and the worst of manners. He had 



