Bear will avoid a trail that has been 

 changed overnight; a skilful Bear 

 goes in absolute silence. But Jack 

 was neither old, cunning, nor skilful. 

 He came for the fourth time to the 

 canon of the sheep. He followed his 

 old trail straight to the delicious mut- 

 ton bones. He found the human trail, 

 but there was something about it that 

 rather attracted him. He strode along 

 on the dry boughs. "Crack ! "went one ; 

 "crack-crack ! M wentanother;andKell- 

 yan arose on the platform and strained 

 his eyes in the gloom till a dark form 

 moved into the opening by the bones 

 of the sheep. The hunter's rifle 

 cracked, the Bear snorted, wheeled 

 into the bushes, and, crashing away, 

 was gone. 



