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Title: The house in the water: a book of animal stories
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Roberts, Charles George Douglas, Sir, 1860-1943
Subjects: Animals
Publisher: Boston, L. C. Page & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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tin vesselin his face, the animal had not instantly pursued.But he was just out of the den after his long wintersleep and savage with hunger. Moreover, he hadbeen allowed to realize that the dreaded man-creature which he had met so unexpectedly wasafraid of him! He came crashing over the bushes,and was so close at the womans heels that she hadbarely time to slam the shack door in his face. As she dropped the rude wooden latch into place,the woman realized with horror how frail the doorwas. Momentarily she expected to see it smashedin by a stroke of the monsters paw. She did notknow a bears caution, his cunning suspicion oftraps, his dread of the scent of man. There was no1 light in the shack, except a faintred gleam from the open draft of the stove, andthe gray pallor of the night sky glimmering inthrough the little window. The woman was sofaint with fear that she dared not search for thecandles, but leaned panting against the wall andstaring at the window as if she expected the bear
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SNIFFED LOUDLY ALONG THE CRACK OF THE DOOR. Ube MtnDow In tbe Sbacfe 213 to look in at her. She was brought to her sensesin a moment, however, by the baby beginning tocry. In the race for the shack, he had lost hislump of sugar, and now he realized how uncom-fortable he was. The woman seated herself onthe bench by the stove and began to nurse him, allthe time keeping her eyes on the pale square of thewindow. When the door was slammed in his face, the bearhad backed away in apprehension and paused tostudy the shack. But at the sound of the babysvoice he seemed to realize that here, at least, weresome individuals of the dreaded man tribe whowere not dangerous. He came forward and sniffedloudly along the crack of the door till the womansheart stood still. He leaned against it, tentatively,till it creaked, but the latch and hinges held. Thenhe prowled around the shack, examining it care-fully, and doubtless expecting to find an open en-trance somewhere. In his experience, all caves andden

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