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33 20 FABLED STORIES FROM THE ZOO.
the approach of perhaps a couple of hundred
men, who had united for a bear-hunt, and were
slowly circling the valley in which I lived.
Perhaps the boy had given notice of my
whereabouts, for I know not how long I slept, weeks
or months, since the children’s visit Some one
in the chain had evidently let off a stray shot
at hap-hazard, or with the purpose of awakening
me. I had no friend that could conceal me,—
no friend ?—and I thought of the little girl.
Certainly I had only heard her voice, but that
was sweet and loving, and confiding. I knew
I was doomed, for a little girl could not save a
big bear. I am no coward, but life is dear to
every one and everything. I knew that the
closer to the habitation of man, the more likely
I was to find a new lair, where no one would
think of seeking me. But they might trace my
heavy footprints on the snow. I was, as my
American friend would say, in a pickle. Night
was coming on, the stars shone with intense
brightness in the deep blue sky, and the shadows
fell dark and long among the trees. I slunk
down to the main road, and began to think it
impossible to escape the human chain drawing
in upon me, nearer and nearer. I sniffed the
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