SWIMMING WITH A BEAR. 67

Then the boy, pale and trembling from
fright and the loss of blood, climbed up
the broken end of the log, got his clothes,
struggled into them as he ran, and so
reached camp.

And he had not yelled! He tied up hig
hand in a piece of old flour sack, all by him-
self, for the men had not yet got back;
and he didn’t whimper! And what became
of the boy? you ask.

The boy grew up as all energetic boys
do; for there seems to be a sort of special
providence for such boys
- And where is he now?

Out in California, trapping bear in the
winter and planting olive trees in their sea-
son.

And do I know him?

Yes, pretty well, almost as well as any
old fellow can know himself.