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Isaid. The upshot of this conversation was
that we found ourselves just outside the
railing gazing at his lazy majesty. He
rolled his head slowly from side to side,
eyeing each newcomer with his bead-like
eyes. Suddenly the lady in the case said,
“Oh, you dear old darling!” “Monarch”
seemed electrified; he rose as quickly as
possible—certainly he had grown fat—and
then he rushed to the side of the cage. He
was not satisfied with looking at her from
his ordinary standpoint, but rose upon his
feet, extending himself his entire height,
that he might better look upon the friend
of times of trouble. She held up an apple.
“Monarch” dropped to his feet, placed his
snout as far out as the bars allowed, and
opened his immense jaws. She threw the
apple, and the bear sat himself down con-
tentedly to chew it. I firmly believe that
young woman could have walked into the
cage with an apron full of apples and es-
caped without injury. “Monarch” remem-
bered his friend.