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pig-pen. He found his food there till 

 his wound was healed. Once he met 

 with a spring-gun, but it was set too 

 high. Six feet up, the sheep-folk 

 judged, would be just about right for 

 such a Bear; the charge went over his 

 head, and so he passed unharmed a 

 clear proof that he was a devil. He 

 was learning this: the human smell 

 in any form is a smell of danger. He 

 quit the little valley of the shack, wan- 

 dering downward toward the plains. 

 He passed a house one night, and 

 walking up, he discovered a hollow 

 thing with a delicious smell. It was a 

 ten-gallon keg that had been used for 

 sugar, some of which was still in the 

 bottom, and thrusting in his huge head, 

 the keg-rim, bristling with nails, stuck 

 to him. He raged about, clawing at it 

 wildly and roaring in it until a charge 

 of shot from the upper windows stirred 



