and petted as though he were the best 

 little Bear in the world. 



Alas, how likely we are to be taken 

 at our own estimate ! The scowl faded 

 from the hunter's brow as the cheeky 

 and deplorable little Bear began to 

 climb his leg. "You little divil," he 

 growled," I'llbreakyourcussedneck"; 

 but he did not. He lifted the nasty, 

 sticky little beast and fondled him as 

 usual, while Jill, no worse even more 

 excusable, because less trained suf- 

 fered all the terrors of his wrath and 

 was double-chained to the post, so as 

 to have no further chance of such ill- 

 doing. 



This was a day of bad luck for Kell- 

 yan. That morning he had fallen and 

 broken his rifle. Now, on his return 

 home, he found his provisions spoiled, 

 and a new trial was before him. 



A stranger with a small pack-train 



