Histoires d'ours vrai . RUE HISTOIRES D'OURS. Mais tout cela ne pouvait pas durer. Le bearwas presque sur lui dans une demi-minute, al-s'il n'a pas lever son nez 6 inchestill presque à portée des garçons orteils.puis l'ours se leva soudainement surpris vers le hautet a commencé à chercher le garçon au visage. Quele jeunes terrifiés surgirent, il outhis la main gauche comme un garde et frappé thebrute avec toutes ses forces entre l'eyeswith l'autre. Mais la main gauche lodgedin les deux rangées de dents pointues et l'ours boyand roulé dans la rivière ensemble. Mais ils étaient ensemble seulement un instant.L'ours, bien sûr, n'a pas d'art.

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True bear stories . RUE BEAR STORIES. But all this could not last. The bearwas almost on him in half a minute, al-though he did not lift his nose six inchestill almost within reach of the boys toes.Then the surprised bear suddenly stood upand began to look the boy in the face. Asthe terrified youth sprang up, he thrust outhis left hand as a guard and struck thebrute with all his might between the eyeswith the other. But the left hand lodgedin the two rows of sharp teeth and the boyand bear rolled into the river together. But they were together only an instant.The bear, of course, could not breathe withhis mouth open in the water, and so had tolet go. Instinctively, or perhaps becausehis course lay in that direction, the bearstruck out, swimming dog fashion, forthe farther shore. And as the boy certainlyhad no urgent business on that side of theriver he did not follow, but kept very still, clinging to the moss on the big bouldertill the bear had shaken the water from hiscoat aud disappeared in the thicket.. struck the brute with the right between the eyes. — Page 66. SWIMMING WITH A BEAE. 67 Then the boy, pale and trembling fromfright and the loss of blood, climbed upthe broken end of the log, got his clothes, struggled into them as he ran, and soreached camp. And he had not yelled! He tied up hishand in a piece of old flour sack, all by him-self, for the men had not yet got back;and he didnt whimper! And what becameof the boy? you ask. The boy grew up as all energetic boysdo; for there seems to be a sort of specialprovidence for such boys And where is he now? Out in California, trapping bear in thewinter and planting olive trees in their sea-son. And do I know him? Yes, pretty well, almost as well as anyold fellow can know himself. VI. A FAT LITTLE EDITOR AND THREELITTLE BROWNS. Mount Sinai, Heart of the Sierras—^thisplace is one mile east and a little less thanone mile perpendicular from the hot, dustyand dismal little railroad town down onthe rocky banks of the

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