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thirty feet of us. They saw or scented us. The cubs 

 and their mother bristled up and ran off terribly 

 frightened, while Johnny and Jenny only a short 

 distance in front of me, walked on, both ludi- 

 crously pretending that they had not seen the black 

 bears. Surely they were touched with aristocracy! 



The man in charge of my place neither under- 

 stood nor sympathized with wide-awake and ag- 

 gressive young grizzlies, and once, when I was 

 away, he teased Johnny. The inevitable crash came 

 and the man went to the hospital. On another oc- 

 casion he set a pan of sour milk on the ground be- 

 fore Jenny. Bears learn to like sour milk, but Jenny 

 had not learned and she sourly sniffed at it. The 

 man roared, "Drink it," and kicked her in the 

 ribs. Again we had to send for the ambulance. 



At last it appeared best to send Johnny and 

 Jenny to the Denver Zoo. Two years went by be- 

 fore I allowed myself the pleasure of visiting them. 

 A number of other bears were with them in a large 

 pen when I leaped in, calling "Hello, Johnny!" as I 

 did so. Johnny jumped up fully awake, stood erect, 

 extended both arms, and gave a few joyful grunts 

 in the way of greeting. Back among the other bears 

 stood Jenny on tiptoe, eagerly looking on. 



