nd discipline is of
the greatest importance. Knowledge that is not gained in this way is
usually gained by hard knocks.

At last, being winded and tired with his long flight, Black Bruin
crawled into a deep thicket and went to sleep. When he awoke, it was
very early morning, just the time of day that he and Pedro had been in
the habit of starting on the road.

No more road for him, but if Black Bruin could not get his breakfast at
a farm-house, he must seek it elsewhere, for he was fairly ravenous
this balmy summer morning.

He remembered his old grub and ant-hunting habit and was soon busy
turning over flat stones and pulling to pieces old rotten logs, where
there was usually good picking. But it took a great many of these
little crawlers and creepers to satisfy a half-famished bear.

Finally, Black Bruin scented a chipmunk in a small pile of stones, and
hastily began pulling the pile apart to get at the prize.

Poor Chippy, hearing his house tumbling about his head and seeing his
retreat rapidly cut off, burrowed deeper and deeper in the stone-heap,
but finally the monster was almost upon him. When one more stone had
been lifted, he would be at the bear's mercy. So, with a frightened
squeak, Chippy made a break for freedom, hoping to gain a stone wall
that he knew was near by.

Thump, thump, thump, went the heavy paws all about him as he dodged
hither and thither, uttering a quick succession of terrified squeaks.

At last one of the great paws fell fairly upon him and his life was
crushed out, while Black Bruin had the keen satisfaction of feeling
warm blood in his mouth.

This success put new enthusiasm into the hunter and he pulled stones
and logs about for an hour or two in a lively manner.

He did not find any more chipmunks and was about to give up hunting for
that morning and go in search of water, when a small black and white
creature with a bushy tail attracted his attention. It was about the
size of a cat but the body scent was not that of a cat.

Whatever it was, it was small and slow, and could be easily caught and
killed. Whether or not it was good to eat could be determined later,
so the hunter hurried after the small black and white creature that
looked so harmless.

A few quick shuffles carried Black Bruin alongside the quarry and,
within striking distance, his heavy paw went up, but at that moment the
wood pussy arched his back and delivered his own best defense full in
the bear's