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little: willie had a broken leg, and 

 was rather a spiteeul little rascal 



fritzi, pauline, and little willie in 



CAMP 



ERITZI AND HER BARREL 



The barrel was her home for a week and 

 was then abandoned as too clumsy, after which 

 she, and later her companions, slept in the cook 

 tent with the men. 



PRITZI APTLR DINNER 



their winter hibernation, and toward it 

 they were now making their way. The 

 old bear had evidently been warned of 

 some danger, for she drove the cub into 

 the den and continued alone toward 

 where I was sitting with my gun ready. 



I let her come to within about 50 

 yards, when she stopped and looked up, 

 exposing her chest. She was my first 

 bear and looked as big as a house, and 



it was not surprising, perhaps, that I 

 shot high. She was growling, her mouth 

 wide open, and my shot struck a canine 

 tooth, glancing off without doing any 

 damage, so I fired again with better 

 effect. By this time the cub had heard 

 the racket, so she came out of the den 

 and proceeded to get mixed up in her 

 mother's legs, making it hard to shoot 

 without hitting the little fellow. After 



