The Grizzly Agrees 



Pleads for the Grizzly.*' I was gratified to learn that 

 human beings knew so much about me and my habits. 

 I will admit that I was shocked when I found that 

 Mr. George Ord had the nerve to call our family by such 

 an unpleasant name (Ursus borribilis). I trust that 

 some of his descendants will camp in my vicinity next 

 summer, and having inherited naturalistic tendencies, 

 will bring plenty of supplies and no guns. 



As the author of this article intimates, I am keenly 

 curious. There is nothing I enjoy more than slipping 

 into a tent full of good bacon, sugar, molasses, canned 

 goods, and other supplies while the owners are away, 

 and learning all I can about things. What I cannot eat 

 I investigate, anyway. It is my nature. I just love to 

 merrily mix everything all up and sort of play around. 

 If I were sure that in future men would come into my 

 country without guns, I would do more of this sort of 

 thing, and we could get real well acquainted. I have 

 always been curious to get close to a man and see what 

 he's made of. Several times I have walked right up to a 

 camp, partly with the intention of turning some of them 

 over with my paw, and rolling them about and toying 

 with them. They give me the impression of being 

 mushy and weak, and I think I could play with a large 

 number and even take them apart without being injured 

 myself, were it not for their guns. Someone always 

 wakes up and shoots at me. 



As stated in the article in question, I get excitedly 

 curious and eager for a close look at new things. I well 

 remember up in north-eastern Utah, in the summer of 

 1900, seeing a band of sheep in a big mountain park. 

 Two of my friends were with me. We just naturally 

 had to walk down and investigate those sheep. We 

 frolicked among them awhile and killed sixty. It was 

 remarkable how weak and helpless they were. We did 



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