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THE BROWN BEAR.
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blueberries with me all the way from Sweden,
for I know you are very fond of them."
" Much bear-hunting going on in Sweden
now-a-days ? " Nahley asked, interested.
" No, since Charles XII. and Lloyd are
dead, there are no famous bear-hunters, and
most bears wander about, unmolested in their
solitude, in the deep forests farthest north," I
replied.
" We always wander in solitude. We think,
and enjoy the grandeur of nature best when
alone. You mentioned Charles XII. One of
my ancestors was a special friend and
companion of that youthful king. Charles was a
rollicking young fellow before he turned
teetotaler and took to the wars."
" Yes, I remember," I said.
" Well, the Nahley, or Bruin, as they call us
here, freely walked about, and faithfully
followed his royal friend, when one day he got
tipsy—"
"What! the teetotaler king ?" said the
American bear, leering.
" No, the bear. The young king had made
him drunk, and they went on to the roof of
the royal -abode, and frolicked about, and my
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