I just got a glimpse of the beast." I was very anxious to change the conversation, and suggested that I lead the horse into the shade, for the sun was blazing down upon us.
The horse submitted to be led to the side of the road, but he was very nervous, and looked everywhere for the approach of shaggy bears.
"It is perfectly dreadful," she said, when she again approached me, "for people to leave bears about in that way.

I suppose he was fastened, for it could not have been a wild beast.

They do not lie down by the side of the road.

I do not say that I was rattled, but I expected every second that there would be a smash, and there would have been if it had not been for--" "It is a wonder you were not thrown out," I interrupted, "those carts are so tall." "Yes," she answered, "and if I hadn't slipped off the driving-cushion at the first shy I would have been out sure.

I never had anything happen like this, but who could have expected a great bear by the side of the road ?" "Have you far to go ?" I asked.
"Not very--about three miles.