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THE BEAR. 
seemed quite afraid of the little creature, 
she growled so fiercely and made so much 
noise; and, while tearing mouthfuls of hair 
from the dead mother, they would spring- 
aside the moment the cub turned towards 
them. The men drove off the dogs for a 
time, but were obliged to shoot the cub at 
last, as she would not quit the body. Hans 
fired, but did not kill her, though he knocked 
her down; but she was still able to climb 
upon her mother’s body and try to defend 
it, her mouth bleeding like a gutter-spout. 
They were obliged to dispatch her with 
stones.’ ” 
There was a moment’s silence as Miss 
’Winston finished her story, which was 
broken by a suppressed sobbing sound from 
behind Annie. She turned round rather 
startled and found Daisy crying as if her 
heart would break,—too bitterly, indeed, to 
be able to give any account of the cause 
of her grief. But Sidney guessed it pre¬ 
sently. 
“I know!” said he, half laughing, half 
crying too. “ She is crying about the bear. 
Isn’t that it, Daisy?” 
The little girl returned some answer, in 
