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some of his justly outraged comrades. I judged 

 from her expression, and a few remarks she made 

 to him, that his mother was beginning to get tired 

 of him, and it is quite probable that, by this time, 

 he is shifting for himself. The old lady showed 

 every symptom of sending Little Willie to the 

 orphan's home. 



One huge cinnamon brought two cubs with her, 

 and sent them up a big pine to wait while she 

 supped. I know of nothing more cunning, more 

 attractive, than one of those cubs roosting in a 

 tree. He hangs his little fat stomach over a 

 branch and looks down at you with his little ears 

 cocked, and his toes just out of reach, and hollers 

 ''Mamma!" whenever you get too close. 



By and by the supper party began to arrive. 

 There were bears of all sizes and colors, their coats 

 shading from the glossy black through the cinna- 

 mon to a scrawny grey that looked as though the 

 owner had been picked. At last, down the road 

 came the cart with a steady old grey horse drawing 

 it, four cans of garbage, and a whole troupe of 

 kodak fiends. 



