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kick up your heels and enjoy yourself? 

 Never. We will die together!" he shouted. 

 He started for me as fast as his short 

 legs would allow. The bear struck at him 

 with her long, rattling claws. He landed 

 far below me, and when he got up he 

 hardly knew where he was or what he was. 

 His clothes were in shreds, the back and 

 bottom parts of them. The bear caught at 

 his trout and was gone in an instant back 

 with her two little cubs, and a moment 

 later the little family had dined and was 

 away, over the hill. She was a cinnamon 

 bear, not much bigger than a big, yellow 

 dog, and almost as lean and mean and hun- 

 gry as any wolf could possibly be. We 

 helped our inexperienced little friend 

 slowly down to camp, forgetting all about 

 the bacon and the fish till we came to the 

 little board house, where we had coffee. 

 Of course the editor could not go to the 

 table now. He leaned, or rather sat, against 

 a pine, drar.k copious cups of coffee and 

 watched the stars, while I heaped up great 



