A BE All IX A FURY. 
Ill 
in the morning roaming wild about the garden. 
Luckily the keeper managed to seize him just as 
he was escaping into the country, and, with the help 
of several others, succeeded in shutting him up 
again. The bear, however, refused his food, and 
raved in so fearful a manner that, unless lie could 
be quieted, it was clear he would do some mis¬ 
chief. 
On my arrival at his den, I found the poor 
brute in a most furious state, tearing the wooden 
floor with his claws, and gnawing the barricaded 
front with his teeth. I had no sooner opened the 
door than he sprang furiously at me, and struck 
me repeated blows with his powerful paws. As, 
however, I had reared him from a cub, we had too 
often measured our strength together for me to fear 
him now, and I soon made him retreat into the 
corner of his prison, where he remained howling 
in the most heart-rending manner. It was a most 
sickening sight to behold the poor creature with 
his eyes bloodshot, and protruding from the 
sockets, his mouth and chest white with foam, 
and his body encrusted with dirt. I am not ashamed 
to confess that at one time I felt my own eyes 
moistened. Neither blows nor kind words were of 
any effect; they only served to irritate and infuriate 
him ; and I saw clearly that the only remedy would 
be, either to shoot him or restore him to his brother’s 
companionship. I chose the latter alternative; 
and the purchaser of the other bear, my kind 
friend, Sir Henry Hunloke, on being informed of 
the circumstance, consented to take this one also. 
