That was his first taste of what you might call live game.

I didn't kill him, an' I'm sure from that day on he was a big-game hunter." "I should think size would have something to do with it," argued Langdon.
"It seems to me that a bear which eats flesh would be bigger and stronger than if he was a vegetarian." "That's one o' the cur'ous things you want to write about," replied Bruce, with one of his odd chuckles.

"Why is it a bear gets so fat he can hardly walk along in September when he don't feed on much else but berries an' ants an' grubs?
Would you get fat on wild currants?
"An' why does he grow so fast during the four or five months he's denned up an' dead to the world without a mouthful to eat or drink?
"Why is it that for a month, an' sometimes two months, the mother gives her cubs milk while she's still what you might call asleep?
Her nap ain't much more'n two-thirds over when the cubs are born.
"And why ain't them cubs bigger'n they are?
That natcherlist laughed until I thought he'd split when I told him a grizzly bear cub wasn't much bigger'n a house-cat kitten when born!" "He was one of the few fools who aren't willing to learn--and yet you cannot blame him altogether," said Langdon.

"Four or five years ago I wouldn't have believed it, Bruce.

I couldn't actually believe it until we dug out those cubs up the Athabasca--one weighed eleven ounces and the other nine.