146 BOOK OF A HUNDRED BEARS 



Meanwhile, the old she cinnamon calmly went 

 about her business, taking the best in sight, while 

 hei' two cubs gravely watched her with thorough 

 confidence that Mamma could take care of herself 

 anywhere. 



The spoiled child kept edging in, but all the 

 bears seemed to have it in for him. Every 

 approach of his was resented, and he had to wait 

 till the last one had finished his meal and then take 

 what was left. As night fell, and the great lum- 

 bering forms vanished in the forest. Little Willie 

 was finally permitted to come whining and sniff- 

 ing for what was left, manifestly very little. 



All this time, while we were trying to edge in and 

 get snapshots of them, we were continually warned 

 back by the solcUer guards, when, right out there, 

 in the midst of the bears, those favored beings who 

 rode in royal triumph on the garbage cart, were 

 getting views of them within ten feet. We were 

 solemnly warned by those pampered menials of 

 Uncle Sam, that it was dangerous; whereas, right 

 before our eyes, the elect of the garbage cart, the 

 friends of the scullion, were making bears sit up 



