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The man looked uneasy. Presently he walked over to the window and scraped a peep-hole on the frosted pane with his dirty thumbnail. "Sun's down," he said. "I'd like to get that bear's foot fixed comfortable before it grows any darker. I'd like to mighty well. It'll take some time to heat water to dress it. Is that cabin far from here?" "Not if we go in at the back of the place," said Malcolm.
But we all took a world of comfort; and what was pleasanter work than putting up log heaps and brush heaps in the cool of the night, and seeing them blaze again on our clean sweet fallows?" "A feast on bear's meat and metheglin, at Aunt Polly's," cried Colwell. "Picking bushels of wild strawberries, big as your thumb," added Mrs. Colwell. "And going four miles to raisins," added Thomas Teezle.
If it was, it was so ridiculously small that Peter felt that he had no reason to be ashamed of his own tail. He was still thinking about this when he started for home. Half way there, he paused, saw that the way to the Smiling Pool was clear, and suddenly made up his mind to ask Grandfather Frog about Buster Bear's tail. Off he started, lipperty-lipperty-lip.
The other parts of the funeral rites are thus: As soon as the party is dead they lay the corpse upon a piece of bark in the sun, seasoning or embalming it with a small root beaten to powder, which looks as red as vermilion; the same is mixed with bear's oil to beautify the hair.
And the bear's skin was tanned with the glossy black fur still upon it, the head with the white-fanged jaws still attached and made natural with all the skill of an artist in such things, and it lay, a great, soft, black rug, upon a couch in the House Wonderful, or, at least, the house to which Harlson gave that name. It seemed to him the House Wonderful, indeed.
The bear's eyes closed for an instant under the strong finger of light, and the bullet caught him, exactly in the center of the forehead. He dropped with a savage growl, scrambled, to his feet again and dashed toward Tommy, who fired shot after shot at the advancing animal, but apparently without avail.
So away went Ashpot, and no sooner had he reached the wood than he met a bear. "Friend bear," said Ashpot, "will you help me?" "Willingly," answered the bear. "Get up on my back." And Ashpot mounted the bear's back and rode off. Presently they met a wolf. "Friend wolf," said Ashpot, "will you do some work for me ?" "Willingly," answered the wolf.
And of all beings there were none who had more bear's oil ready to anoint every one's hair with that is to say, more compliments ready for everybody than the Weasels. So, seeing the Crane, they sang: The Crane has a very beautiful long neck, The Crane has a very beautiful long neck. This charmed the old ferryman very much, and when they said, "Please, grandfather, hurry along," he came quickly.
One day I went off cuttin' timber an' stayed 'til mos' night. Comin' home I got t' thinkin' o' thet ham, an' made up my mind I'd hev some fer supper. The more I thought uv it the faster I hurried an' when I got hum I was hungrier'n I'd been fer a year. When I see the ol' bear's tracks an' the empty peg where the ham had hung I went t' work an' got mad. Then I started after thet bear.
The puma, now expecting to seize his prey, followed about thirty yards behind; the bear, aware of the close vicinity of her enemy, cleared the briars and squared herself for action, when the deer, with a beautiful and powerful spring, passed the bear's head and disappeared.
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