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scare something our way. Gee, I 

 would like to get a chance just a 

 chance." Poor Bobbie with his Win- 

 chester, his Savage, his Mauser and 

 not so much as a whisk of a tail had 

 he seen. 



" Better luck to-morrow, sure to 

 see 'em soon," Lusk encouraged. 



" Sh! Wasn't that something mov- 

 ing on that far ridge below?" Bobbie 

 got out his glasses. "Yes, by jingo, 

 it's a bear feeding on the blueberries. 

 Say, that's great! Look at the way 

 he stows those berries; puts his arm 

 round a bush, and just shovels them 

 in with his tongue," he handed the 

 glasses to Sally. 



" I believe I'll try a shot, anyway 

 what do you say, Cap'n? " 



"No use, too far. We must get 

 nearer. We better go down on the 

 other side of the ridge and come up 

 behind him, providing he don't get 

 frightened and travel." 



This is Sally's excited narrative 

 unadorned: 



"If I live to be a hundred and 

 fifty, I shall never see a day like this 

 again. You know how awfully rough 

 it is getting about. It really is no 



