He was a benevolent-looking old fellow, and his face seemed to say, 'Don't hurry, little boy.' He wasn't doing his prettiest, and I soon got away from him, but I made up my mind then, that it was more fun to be the chaser than the chased.
"Another time I was out in our cornfield, and hearing a rustling, looked through the stalks, and saw a brown bear with two cubs.

She was slashing down the corn with her paws to get at the ears.

She smelled me, and getting frightened began to run.

I had a dog with me this time, and shouted and rapped on the fence, and set him on her.

He jumped up and snapped at her flanks, and every few instants she'd turn and give him a cuff, that would send him yards away.