IN FEATHERS AND FUR. 
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A BEAR WITH A BED QUILT. 
It is a bedquilt, isn't it, if he always spreads it over himself 
when he goes to bed ? I think so. 
You never heard of such a bear ? I dare say you haven't, be- 
cause that isn't his whole name. His name is Ant Bear, and I 
guess you'd think it a good one if you could see him once when he 
finds a nice ant-hill to work on. You'd think he was made to eat 
ants — as, indeed, he was. 
His fore feet are made with sharp claws, just right to tear open 
the hard houses of the white ants. And he's as fond of ants as you 
are of sugar-plums — strange as you may think it. 
What I call his bedquilt is really his tail. A monstrous gray 
mat it looks like, large enough to cover him entirely up — and tuck 
in. 
