He was not only an old bear and a grouchy bear, but he was also a hater of cubs.
More than once in his day he had committed the crime of cannibalism.

He was what the Indian hunter calls uchan--a bad bear, an eater of his own kind, and the instant his enraged eyes caught sight of Neewa he let out another roar.
At that Neewa gathered his fat little legs under his belly and was off like a shot.

Never before in his life had he run as he ran now.
Instinct told him that at last he had met something which was not afraid of him, and that he was in deadly peril.

He made no choice of direction, for now that he had made this mistake he had no idea where he would find his mother.

He could hear Makoos coming after him, and as he ran he set up a bawling that was filled with a wild and agonizing prayer for help.