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RECREATION. 



the formation to the stables, but it 

 was not the wagon, team, driver or 

 load of food scraps which called forth 

 the applause and exclamations of 

 pleasure from the guests of the Foun- 

 tain House ; it was 9 great black 

 bears that interested us. 



To the delight of the spectators the 

 bears had given a short exhibition of 

 their skill as boxers. It was a hot 

 fight; but it did not last long. In 

 fact, it was a mistake in the first 



gaged in pawing over the garbage 

 near by, when the indignant mother 

 lifted her paw for a swinging blow, 

 missed the culprit and landed with a 

 resounding swat on the jowl of her 

 benevolent appearing neighbor. 



"Ough-00-oo-ee-ee-eah !" cried Fat- 

 ty, in a rage, as he rose on his hind 

 legs and let go at the solar plexus of 

 Old Spot. He had gained his name 

 by breaking through the crust near 

 the Paint Pot and covering one black 



WAITING FOR THE GARBAGE WAGON. 

 By courtesy of the Northern Pacific Railway. 



place ; an impromptu affair not down 

 on the menu. This is the way it hap- 

 pened. 



A long legged cinnamon bear 

 snatched the remains of some ribs of 

 beef from under the nose of the big 

 mother black bear at the moment she 

 was calling her 2 little cubs to partake 

 of the roast. A benevolent looking 

 bruin, with a glossy black coat cov- 

 ering his rotund body, was busily en- 



side with hot white mud. Spot's tem- 

 per had been none of the best since 

 that day, and in less time than it takes 

 to tell it he let fly with his left and 

 right at his nearest neighbor, and it 

 became a free-for-all fight accom- 

 panied by a continued ough-oo-eah- 

 ing in various keys. 



During the melee the cinnamon 

 bear who caused the riot was quietly 

 eating the remnants of the roast beef, 



