He soon tired of his new pet, however, and parted with it to a friend who kept a summer hotel in the White Mountains.
The other bear--the one that fell from the high beam--had the handsomest black, glossy pelt I have ever seen.

Grandmother Ruth insisted on having it tanned and made into a rug.

She declared jocosely that it should be given to the first one of our girls who married.

Ellen finally fell heir to it, and carried it with her to Dakota..