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ver-tip cub, and when I sketched it the cub was 

 fastened to a tree. 



The cub was named Mr. Dooley, but there was 

 some mistake in this, as the young monster was 

 not a mister, as it appears "he" was a she. 



I placed my sketching stool just out of reach 

 of the cub, and, while I worked with my pencil, 

 Mr. Dooley spent her time scraping the dirt with 

 her paws, making long canals in the loose earth 

 as she backed away, but all the time keeping her 

 wicked little pig eyes fastened on me. 



Every once in a while she would make a sudden 

 savage rush at me and end it with a half-strangled, 

 gurgling growl. 



When the season was over, the commander of 

 the post stated that he intended to send Mr. 

 Dooley to the Washington Zoo. This grieved 

 Mr. Walker, until the late Major Bach innocently 

 asked if Dooley never escaped, and the next morn- 

 ing it was discovered that Dooley .ha d escaped. 



In the following spring, when Mrs. Walker ar- 

 rived with her husband at the canon, to open the 

 hotel, Dooley was waiting to greet them on the 

 broad veranda. 



Time rolled on, and Dooley became a favorite 

 visitor at the camps, and it was not an unusual 

 sight to see a great, hulking, silver-tip bear 

 wrestling with the guides and enjoying the fun as 

 much as the astonished spectators. 



Dooley, although a very, very bad little cub, 

 broadened, both in mind and body as she grew 



