THE BEARS AT THE ZOÖLOGICAL GARDEN.
Aunt Stella seized the dinner horn and blew a loud blast. That was the way they used to call the settlers together when anything was the matter. There was a great rush for grandfather’s house, and when the men heard about the bear they said. “We must kill him as soon as possible.”
So they had a great hunt for him. They hunted all that night and the next day. They found him, at last, sitting upon the stump of a hollow tree, and they killed him.
What do you think they found in the hollow stump? Three little cubs. The hunters brought the cubs to grandfather’s farm, and uncle Stephen kept one of them for a pet.
My little daughter Anna often asks to hear the story of how the “Bear wanted to eat grandma.” Last summer I took Anna to the Zoölogical Garden. There we saw a family of bears.
One old bear was sitting in a tree, with his arms folded.
“Why, how pleasant he looks,” said Anna. “I don’t believe he would eat anybody.”
“No, I don’t think he would,” I said. “He is tame, and he would rather have a sweet bun to eat than anything else.”