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bath; I know it well, for I have felt her iron grip
upon my heart.
But you must not imagine I am going to tell you
anything dreadful. It is only an old story about the
great bear of Gurlita Cliff, and you are at liberty
to believe it or not, as ought to be the case with all
true stories of sport.
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The great bear had his home on the fine mountain
peak called Gurlita Cliff, which rose, precipitous
and difficult of ascent, from the shore of the Upper
Löfven.
The root of an overturned pine, about which the
tufts of moss still hung, formed the roof and walls of
his house. Pines and fir trees protected it, and snow
covered it closely. He could lie there and sleep
a calm, sweet sleep from one summer to another.
Was he then a poet, a gentle dreamer, this shaggy
forest king, this cross-eyed robber? Did he wish
to sleep away the bleak night of the cold winter
and its colorless days, to be awakened by purling
streams and the songs of birds? Did he lie there and
dream of the reddening whortleberry banks, and of
the ant-hills full of brown, spicy little insects, and
of the white lambs that fed on the green slopes?
Would he, happy creature, escape life’s winter?
The drifting snow whirled, whistling, among the
pine trees; the wolves and foxes were abroad,
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