cabin, two miles away. In descending a steep mo- 

 raine with the sack over my shoulder I slipped and 

 shook the sack more than any sack should have 

 been shaken that contained two bears. Of course, 

 they started to fight. One bit through the sack and 

 bit the wrong bear. I finally reached my cabin with 

 a long pole over my shoulder. Tied to the south end 

 of the pole was a sack full of grizzly bears. 



I shook the cubs out of the sack in front of a 

 basin of milk and thrust their faces deeply into it. 

 Not having eaten for three days, they were "as 

 hungry as bears" and needed no explanation con- 

 cerning the milk. They had eager, cunning little 

 faces, and were pets before sundown. In twenty- 

 four hours Jenny knew that her name was Jenny, 

 and Johnny that his was Johnny. After a few 

 days they followed me about with fondness and 

 loyalty. 



These bears responded to kind treatment and 

 were of cheerful disposition. I made it a point never 

 to annoy or tease them. The grizzly bear is an 

 exceedingly sensitive animal, and annoyances or 

 cruelty make him cross. Once in addressing an 

 audience concerning wild life I made the statement 

 that bears would be good to us if we were good to 



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