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the bars in a rage, and it was only the 

 moral influence of the chain around his 

 neck that kept him quiet. When the cor- 

 respondent sprang into the car, the griz- 

 zly's eyes were green with anger, and in 

 a moment more there would have been 

 the liveliest kind of a circus on that freight 

 train. Hustling the crowd out with un- 

 ceremonious haste incidentally throwing 

 a few maledictions at the man with the 

 stick the correspondent drove the Mon- 

 arch back from the bars, and ordered him 

 to lie down, and for the next half hour rode 

 in the car with him and talked him into 

 a peaceable frame of mind. 



From the freight depot on Townsend 

 Street the cage was hauled on a truck to 

 Woodward's Gardens, and under the di- 

 rections of Louis Ohnimus, superintendent 

 of the gardens, the Monarch was trans- 

 ferred to more comfortable quarters. His 

 cage was backed up to one of the perma- 

 nent cages, both doors were opened, and 

 he was invited to move, but he refused 



