Last summer I got her so she'd eat out of my hands.

I fed her a barrel of sugar between July and November.

We used to chum it an hour at a time, and I'd pet her like a dog.

Why, damn it, man, I thought more of that bear than I did of any human in these regions! And she got so fond of me she didn't leave to den up until January.

This spring she came out with two cubs, an' as soon as they could waddle she brought 'em out there on the hillside an' waited for me.