I want to do right, so that I can sing hymns." When Father Lee left the cabin, Mrs.Woods accompanied him to his boat on the river.
As they were passing along under the tall spruces whose tops glimmered in the sun, and whose cool shadows made the trail delightful and refreshing, a black she-bear suddenly rose up before them, and a cub started up by her side.

The great bear and the little bear both stood on their haunches, with their fore-feet outstretched like arms, as in great surprise.

Mrs.
Woods stopped and threw up her arms, and Parson Lee drew back.
Mrs.Woods looked at the little bear, and the little bear at her.
"Roll over, roll over!" she suddenly exclaimed.

A strange event followed, very strange indeed in the eyes of the startled missionary.

The little bear rolled itself into a ball, and began to turn over and over, and to come toward them in its somersaults.
The mother bear made a peculiar noise, dropped upon her four feet and ran off into the timber; and the little one, hearing the noise and movement, leaped up and followed her.
"What _does_ that mean ?" asked the missionary, in astonishment.
"That is Little Roll Over.