Two deer presently walked gingerly to the water, drank daintily, and then walked as gingerly away.

Soon a black bear followed them and shambled to the water's edge.

He looked up and down the stream, but he saw nothing and the wind blowing from him toward the boat brought no dread odor to his sensitive nostrils.

He drank, wrinkled his face in a comical manner, scratched himself with his left paw, and then shambled away.

Shif'less Sol laughed.
"I'd hev to be hard pushed afore I shot that feller," he said.