It was the one _bonne bouche_ of all the good things he would eventually learn to eat--the spring beauty.

One other thing alone was at all comparable with it, and that was the dog-tooth violet.

Spring beauties were growing about him abundantly, and he continued to dig until his feet were grievously tender.

But he had the satisfaction of being comfortably fed.
Thor was again responsible for a fight between Muskwa and Pipoonaskoos.
Late in the afternoon the older bears were lying down side by side in a thicket when, without any apparent reason at all, Thor opened his huge jaws and emitted a low, steady, growling roar that sounded very much like the sound he had made when tearing the life out of the big black.

Iskwao raised her head and joined him in the tumult, both of them perfectly good-natured and quite happy during the operation.