"Ol' Uncle Bear had trouble at both ends and didn't know which way to turn." A good-sized piece of bacon still, lay in the bottom of the basket.
"I wouldn't wonder if that would taste pretty beary now," said Samson, as he surveyed the bacon.

"It's been sneezed at and growled on so much.
Betsey, you take that down to the shore o' the river there and wash the bear out of it.

I'll skin him while yer mother is gettin' breakfast.
There's plenty o' live coals under the venison rack, I guess." They set out rather late that morning.

As usual, Joe stood by the head of Colonel while the latter lapped brown sugar from the timid palm of the boy.

Then the horse was wont to touch the face of Joe with his big, hairy lips as a tribute to his generosity.