He don't see us because a b'ar's eyes are near-sighted, but he could smell us half a mile away if the wind was right." He was unslinging his long rifle as he spoke.

Joanne was near enough to catch his arm.
"Don't shoot--please don't shoot!" she begged.

"I've seen lions, and I've seen tigers--and they're treacherous and I don't like them.

But there's something about bears that I love, like dogs.

And the lion isn't a king among beasts compared with him.