the hunter. Kellyan climbed a tree and 

 got ready, but the camp lay just be- 

 tween them, and the Bear charged on 

 that instead. One sweep of his paw 

 and the canvas tent was down and torn. 

 Whack ! and tins went flying this way. 

 Whisk! and flour-sacks went that. 

 Rip! and the flour went off like 

 smoke. Slap crack ! and a boxful of 

 odds and ends was scattered into the 

 fire. Whack! and a bagful of cartridges 

 was tumbled after it. Whang! and the 

 water-pail was crushed. Pat-pat-pat! 

 and all the cups were in useless bits. 

 Kellyan, safe up the tree, got no fair 

 view to shoot could only wait till the 

 storm-center cleared a little. The Bear 

 chanced on a bottle of something with 

 a cork loosely in it. He seized it 

 adroitly in his paws, twisted out the 

 cork, and held the bottle up to his mouth 

 with a comical dexterity that told of 



