s house, and when the
men heard about the bear they said. "We must kill him as soon as
possible."

So they had a great hunt for him. They hunted all that night and the
next day. They found him, at last, sitting upon the stump of a hollow
tree, and they killed him.

What do you think they found in the hollow stump? Three little cubs.
The hunters brought the cubs to grandfather's farm, and uncle Stephen
kept one of them for a pet.

My little daughter Anna often asks to hear the story of how the "Bear
wanted to eat grandma." Last summer I took Anna to the Zoological
Garden. There we saw a family of bears.

One old bear was sitting in a tree, with his arms folded.

"Why, how pleasant he looks," said Anna. "I don't believe he would eat
anybody."

"No, I don't think he would," I said. "He is tame, and he would rather
have a sweet bun to eat than anything else."

[Illustration: {A LIZARD ON A GRASSY BANK.}]

[Illustration: SHETLAND PONIES AT HOME.]

ANNA'S BIRTHDAY GIFT.

"Anna, Anna!" shouted Harry. "Come quick, do! O such a!"--But mamma
clapped her hand right over his mouth, and he couldn't say another
word.

"Pat, pat, pat!" Anna heard a queer sound of feet on the veranda, and
in at the open windows trotted just the dearest little Shetland pony
all saddled and bridled. Harry was leading it. A card hung from the
saddle, and on it was printed, "A birthday gift for my little Anna,
from Grandpa."

"There! what do you think of that?" asked Harry.

"I think," said Anna, as soon as she could speak, "that no little girl
ever had such a splendid, _splendid_ grandpa as mine!"

"Isn't he, though!" said Harry. "And now I'll get out Boy Blue and
we'll ride over and thank him." Boy Blue is Harry's pony.

Do you know where these lovely little Shetland ponies live when they
are at home? They live in the northern islands of Great Britain.

RALPH AND THE BUTTERFLIES.

Ralph was walking with papa in the fields, when he saw a red and black
butterfly. It was on a thistle.

[Illustration: {A BUTTERFLY.}]

"I will catch him," said Ralph. So he walked slowly up to the thistle
and put out his hand to catch the butterfly. But the butterfly spread
his wings and flew up in the air. In a moment he came back and lighted
on the thistle again.

Ralph wanted to try to catch him again, but papa said, "The butterfly
is eating his dinner."

"Does he eat the thistle?" asked Ralph.

"He eats the honey in the thistl