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sweep with his right paw and caught Pete
on the side of the head. The blow either
destroyed the cinnamon’s left eye or tore
the flesh around it, so that the blood
blinded him on that side, for during the
rest of the fight he tried to keep his right
side toward the grizzly and seemed unable
to avoid blows delivered on his left.

For at least a quarter of an hour the
combat raged, without an instant’s cessa-
tion, both belligerents keeping up a terrific
growling, punctuated with occasional
howls of pain. Neither could get a fair blow
at the other’s head. Had the grizzly struck
the cinnamon with the full force of his tre-
mendous arm, Pete’s skull would have
surely been smashed. Pete finally got
enough, broke away from the Monarch and
fled into the brush, a badly used up bear;
and he never came back.

Having won his supper by force of arms,
the grizzly was no longer suspicious of the
bait, and he ate up the best part of a quar-
ter of beef before he left the battle ground.