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Updated: June 22, 2025
Thou rememberest the old men's tale. A woman ran away from her family. She was false at heart. The good mother bear protected her and gave her food. But yearning for her husband, she returned and to gain his favor betrayed the hiding place of the mother-bear and her young. Then the husband drove out with sledges. His dogs attacked the bear. But they all became stars and went up into the sky.
And woe betide anything, whether man or beast, who attempted to touch their little ones. Brunie herself had a terrible time one day, when a band of hunters, seeing a mother-bear and her cubs alone, tried to capture them. Furious with rage, Brunie rose up, and in her stiff, ungainly way went to meet them.
In the midst of this interesting interview Mrs. Woods appeared at the door of the cabin. She saw the mother-bear. True to her New England instincts, she shook her homespun apron and said: "Shoo!" She also saw that the little bear was greatly excited, and under the stress of temptation. "Here," said she, "roll over." The cub did so, but in the direction of its mother. Mrs.
Woods hurried out toward it to prevent this ungrateful gravitation. The mother-bear seemed much to wonder that the cub should be found in such forbidden associations, and began to make signs by dipping her fore paws. The cub evidently understood these signs, and desired to renew its old-time family relations. "Here," said Mrs. Woods, "you you you mind now; roll over roll over."
So the Eskimos usually go in a straight line for about five or six miles, and then suddenly turn off at a right angle, so that the mother-bear, as she presses eagerly forward, may overrun the hunters' track and lose her way. The men go on a distance, and then turn as before.
Boone said no more and busied himself in arranging the small packs which the two scouts were carrying. It was not long before Peleg declared he was ready to accompany his friend, and without a further word they departed from their camp. It was not difficult for the young hunter to find his way to the place where the Indian had been seized by the angry mother-bear.
He had cuffed them soundly whenever they had dared to come within reach of him, but always with the flat, soft palm of his paw, and with just enough force behind it to send them keeling over and over like little round fluffy balls. This was Thor's only expression of displeasure when a strange mother-bear invaded his range with her cubs. In other ways he was quite chivalrous.
The bear family was so varied, and so enormously large, Brunie explained to them, that she did not even know one-quarter of her own brown bears who lived in Northern Europe. She told them, too for she was a very intelligent mother-bear that in whatever country bears lived they were peculiarly adapted to it.
It is considered a very rash thing to kill the cub first, and when men who are pressed by hunger do it, they are obliged to exercise the strictest precaution lest they should be attacked by the mother-bear, for she will surely follow on the track of the men.
This was just about his nursing hour before going to sleep for the night, for he was a March cub, and, according to the most approved mother-bear regulations, should have had milk for another month. He was what Metoosin, the Indian, would have called munookow that is, he was very soft. Being a bear, his birth had not been like that of other animals.
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