She was never chained and she rambled about 

 wherever she liked. She spent most of her time at 

 the sawmill or close to it. Occasionally she followed 

 one of the loggers off into the woods. Sometimes by 

 the hour she would lie near where he was work- 

 ing, interested in the flying chips. Sometimes she 

 would go off on a little hunting-excursion, tear an 

 old stump to pieces, or overturn rocks in search of 

 ants and grubs. One day a tree in falling sent a 

 shower of limbs all about Miss Grizzly, one of 

 them apparently striking her. She was not injured, 

 but, bawling like a frightened baby, she turned 

 and ran for camp, and never again did she go to the 

 woods with the logger. 



Miss Grizzly was usually fed just outside the 

 cook-house door. She preferred to eat in seclusion. 

 But when especially hungry she came boldly into 

 the dining-room while the men were eating. Walk- 

 ing round the table, she accepted whatever was 

 offered her and every one offered her something. 



She was fond of the teamster who arrived twice 

 a week with supplies and usually followed him 

 homeward, running along behind the wagon. Now 

 and then she preferred to ride close to him with her 

 nose on his shoulder, sitting on her haunches like a 

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