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The head of a grisly bear came out between two bushes, and no idea of heroism called for any waiting. The cañon, or the ruins, or almost any other place, would have been better, at that moment, than the spot where he was when Bruin saw him. The grisly may have had bad-luck that morning. At all events, he was out after game, and was in a bad temper.
Not without trying a climb for his human game; and it was wonderful with what care and consideration, as well as skill and strength, Bruin made his effort. Two-Arrows lay down, bow in hand, and watched him, as he raised his huge bulk against the side of the rock.
"Then Bruin heard the rabbits, and the bear teased the wolf by letting him know that the birds had a great secret. "A flock of sparrows settled in front of the wolf's den, and the wolf soon heard all he wanted to know. He, in turn, told a dog that sometimes ran with him at night. "Of course the dog told the boy he loved best, and so the Indians found out where fire was hidden.
Then having placed it on their shoulders, with short pieces at right angles at either end to prevent it slipping, they announced that they were ready to set off; so, while they led the way with our prize, we commenced our homeward journey. Whether Mrs Bruin had occupied part of the trunk, we could not positively ascertain.
Just as Jack looked upward he saw, to his amazement, the head and front of the huge black bear coming up the inclined tree with the intent purpose of entering the interior. It instantly occurred to the youth that it was the same daring bruin that came so near attacking them a short while before.
Had Obed been able to use his arms, he was the last person to have placed another in danger for the sake of trying to save himself. Now, however, he had no choice but to run behind me and the fire. Bruin trotted on, growling angrily.
This time the farmer remembered his disappearance of the fall before and finally looked under the barn, where he found him curled up for his winter's sleep. About the first of April, the third year of his adventurous life, a sense of something that he craved was borne in upon the deep slumber of Black Bruin, or perhaps it was only the returning warmth that awakened him.
He will sometimes, when pressed by hunger, break into the settler's barn and carry off sheep, pigs, and small cattle into the neighbouring woods; and so cunning is he, that it is not often he is overtaken, or entrapped in the snare laid for his capture. The Indians of Nova Scotia call him Mooin, which reminds us of Bruin.
It was one day after having watched for several hours at the mouth of a rabbit-burrow, that Black Bruin discovered a queer creature, three or four times the size of a rabbit, walking leisurely along through the woods, and went in hot pursuit. By this time, the experience with the skunk had lost its old terror, and he was again the curious, keen hunter.
"Just the creature I wanted," exclaimed Uncle Denis, delighted. "I must muzzle Master Bruin at present, to prevent him from biting our favourites, but he'll soon become as gentle as a lamb."
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