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ACK. was now growing 

 into a sturdy cub, and 

 he would follow Kellyan 

 even as far as Bonamy's 

 shack. One day, as they 

 watched him rolling head over heels 

 in riotous glee, Kellyan remarked to 

 his friend: u I 'm afraid some one will 

 happen on him an' shoot him in the 

 woods for a wild B'ar." 



" Then why don't you ear-mark him 

 with them thar new sheep-rings ? " was 

 the sheep-man's suggestion. 



