moved not. They set it down, but in 

 the morning it was still untouched. 

 The Bear was lying as before, his 

 ponderous form in the pose he had 

 first taken. The sobbing was re- 

 placed by a low moan at intervals. 



Two days went by. The food, un- 

 touched, was corrupting in the sun. 

 The third day, and Monarch still lay 

 on his breast, his huge muzzle under 

 hishugerpaw. His eyes were hidden; 

 only a slight heaving of his broad chest 

 was now seen. 



"He is dying/' said one keeper. 

 " He can't live overnight." 



"Send for Kellyan," said an- 

 other. 



So Kellyan came, slight and thin. 

 There was the beast that he had 

 chained, pining, dying. He had sobbed 

 his life out in his last hope's death, 

 a thrill of pity came over the 



