If I kill the two bears you speak of, will you marry me ?" "Oh, do not ask me, good Blunderbore! I cannot; it is impossible.

I cannot love you--you are--forgive me for saying it--too big, and fierce, and ugly to love." Blunderbore frowned angrily, and the audience applauded vociferously at this.
"You cannot love me! ha!" exclaimed the giant, glaring round with clenched teeth.
At this moment the Big Bear uttered an awful roar, Whackinta gave a piercing scream and fled, and Blunderbore hid himself hastily behind the hummock.

The next moment the two bears bounded on the stage and began to gambol round it, tossing up their hind legs and roaring and leaping in a manner that drew forth repeated plaudits.

At length the Little Bear discovered the baby, and, uttering a frantic roar of delight, took it in its fore paws and held it up.

The Big Bear roared also, of course, and rushing forward caught the baby by the leg, and endeavoured to tear it away from the Little Bear, at which treatment the poor baby again commenced to cry passionately.