'He showed 'em plain.
The boy was scairter'n a weasel.

The bear he jumped up 'an down on his hind legs 'n laughed 'n' hollered 'n' shook himself.
'"Only jes' foolin," says he, when he see the boy was goin' t' run ag'in.

"What ye 'fraid uv ?" '"Can't bear t' stay here," says the boy, "'less ye'll keep yer mouth shet." 'An the bear he shet his mouth 'n pinted to the big pocket 'n his fur coat 'n winked 'n motioned t' the boy.
'The bear he reely did hev a pocket on the side uv his big fur coat.

The boy slid his hand in up t' the elbow.

Wha' d'ye s'pose he found ?' 'Durmo,' said I.
'Sumthin' t' eat,' he continued.