Johnny Bear 



The Grizzly came on, and I snapped him at 

 forty yards, then again at twenty yards ; and 

 still he came quietly toward me. I sat down 

 on the garbage and made ready. Eighteen 

 yards — sixteen yards — twelve yards — eight 

 yards, and still he came, while the pitch of 

 Johnny's protests kept rising proportionately. 

 Finally at five yards he stopped, and swung his 

 huge bearded head to one side, to see what was 

 making that aggravating row in the tree-top, 

 giving me a profile view, and I snapped the 

 camera. At the click he turned on me with a 

 thunderous 



G— R— O— W-L! 

 and I sat still and trembling, wondering if my 

 last moment had come. For a second he glared 

 at me, and I could note the little green electric 

 lamp in each of his eyes. Then he slowly 

 turned and picked up — a large tomato-can. 



"Goodness!" I thought, "is he going to 

 throw that at me? " But he deliberately licked 

 it out, dropped it, and took another, paying 

 thenceforth no heed whatever either to me or to 

 Johnny, evidently considering us equally be- 

 neath his notice. 



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