smell of the honey, the coat, the hands 

 that he had fondled, had together a 

 hidden potency. 



There is a time when the dying 

 of our race forget their life, but 

 clearly remember the scenes of child- 

 hood; these only are real and return 

 with master power. And why not with 

 a Bear? The power of scent was there 

 to call them back again, and Jacky, 

 the Grizzly Monarch, raised his head 

 a little just a little; the eyes were 

 nearly closed, but the big brown nose 

 was jerked up feebly two or three 

 times the sign of interest that Jacky 

 used to give in days of old. Now it 

 was Kellyan that broke down even as 

 the Bear had done. 



" I did n't know it was you, Jacky, 

 or I never would have done it. Oh, 

 Jacky, forgive me!" He rose and 

 fled from the cage. 



