THE BEAR. 
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marked Miss Winston,—“ especially as there 
would have been every probability of their 
smelling you out and adding you to their 
literally cold collation.” 
“ Did Dr. Kane have any more to do with 
the bears ?” asked Daisy. 
“Yes, plenty more.” 
“Won’t you read us some of them to¬ 
night ?” begged Richard. “You know we 
boys shall not have time to read the book 
itself before we go,—at least, I am afraid not; 
and we shall not mind reading them twice, 
at any rate. Please read us a hunting-story, 
if there is one.” 
“ There are two or three hunting-stories,” 
replied Miss Winston; “ but they are so long 
that I cannot read them all this evening, 
but must content myself with the shortest, 
which will show you how the bear, when 
hard pressed, defends not only herself but 
her little one. The bear was one which 
was encountered by Morton and Hans on 
their journey towards the Polar sea. 
“ ‘The bear fled; but, the little one being 
unable to keep ahead of the dogs or to keep 
up with her, she turned back, and, putting 
her head under its haunches, threw it some 
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