Toward morning we got sleepy, and the fire burnt low, and didn't that old bear and one cub drop right down among us and start off to the woods.

That waked us up.

We built up the fire and kept watch, so that the one cub, still in the tree, couldn't get away.

Until daylight the mother bear hung around, calling to the cub to come down." "Did you let it go, uncle ?" asked Miss Laura.
"No, my dear, we shot it." "How cruel!" cried Mrs.Wood.
"Yes, weren't we brutes ?" said her husband; "but there was some excuse for us, Hattie.

The bears ruined our farms.