hunter, for men of grit and power love 

 grit and power. He put his arm 

 through the cage bars and stroked 

 him, but Monarch made no sign. His 

 body was cold. At length a little moan 

 was sign of life, and Kellyan said, 

 " Here, let me go in to him. 1 ' 



"You are mad," said the keepers, 

 and they would not open the cage. 

 But Kellyan persisted till they put in 

 a cross-grating in front of the Bear. 

 Then, with this between, he ap- 

 proached. His hand was on the shaggy 

 head, but Monarch lay as before. The 

 hunter stroked his victim and spoke 

 to him. His hand went to the big 

 round ears, small above the head. 

 They were rough to his touch. He 

 looked again, then started. What! 

 is it true? Yes, the stranger's tale was 

 true, for both ears were pierced with 

 a round hole one torn large : and 



