She swept her dark bulk around so as to hide the little one from the white swimmer's eyes, and lay glaring at him with suspicious fury.

The bear, however, hardly condescended to glance at her.

He was after those basking seals on the ice-floes.

Presently he dived, a long, long dive, and came up suddenly at the very edge of the ice, caught the nearest seal by the throat just as they were all hurling themselves into the water.
"To this unhappy affair the old whale did not give so much as a second look.

So long as the bear kept a respectful distance from her precious baby she didn't care how many silly seals he killed.
"But presently she observed, far away among her spouting kindred, the black, slow-moving shape of a steam whaler.