est time a newborn strong and
growing sentiment will come to the rescue, will prompt us to seek out and
preserve the last remnant, just as long-belated appreciation came at final
stance to save for later generations the Great Sequoia Tree, when man's
blind avarice had all but wiped it out. Good men are now at work with
better thoughts, and reverence for the masterpieces, the giants of
creation's world. It may be that this newer thought may come in force and
save the grand old Bear while yet it curbs his power for harm. This is my
hope and prayer; this is the sentiment unwritten, but expressed, in my
Story of the Grizzly.

ERNEST THOMPSON SETON

LIST OF FULL-PAGE DRAWINGS

PAGE

They all Rushed Under it like a Lot of Little Pigs 14

Like Children Playing "Hands" 18

He Stayed in the Tree till near Morning 32

A Savage Bobcat ... Warned Him to go Back 44

Wahb Yelled and Jerked Back 50

He Struck one Fearful, Crushing Blow 74

Ain't He an Awful Size, Though? 90

Wahb Smashed His Skull 102

Causing the Pool to Overflow 113

He Deliberately Stood up on the Pine Root 142

The Roachback Fled into the Woods 150

He Paused a Moment at the Gate 165

PART I

THE CUBHOOD OF WAHB

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I

He was born over a score of years ago, away up in the wildest part of the
wild West, on the head of the Little Piney, above where the Palette Ranch
is now.

His Mother was just an ordinary Silvertip, living the quiet life that all
Bears prefer, minding her own business and doing her duty by her family,
asking no favors of any one excepting to let her alone.

It was July before she took her remarkable family down the Little Piney to
the Graybull, and showed them what strawberries were, and where to find
them.

Notwithstanding their Mother's deep conviction, the cubs were not
remarkably big or bright; yet they were a remarkable family, for there were
four of them, and it is not often a Grizzly Mother can boast of more than
two.

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