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The father saw this and ex-

claimed:
My darling, get up, 60 into the house,
and close the door,"
The child looked up, smiled, and then
arose, attempting to do the bidding of the
father: but the monster advanced with a
fearful howl and as the. door was closed
against him, he struck it with one Of his
huge paws, SCATTERING it into splinters.
81 feared this. Fire; but be careful
and not injure my child!' cried the
father.
He discharged his own piece, and at
t.llle same time a dozen other rifles rang
out. The bear gave most fearful howl,
turned upon his enemies, glazing upon
them with eyes of fire, and seemed Just
on the point Of springing upon them.
Suddenly, however, the beast appeared to
change his mind. Turning quickly
around the monster entered the cabin A
shrek was instantly heared, and the faith
er rushed forward, knife in hand, to save
his darling. But he was too late, for with
a bound, the beast had dashed through
the window, holding Eva in his teeth.
Of; he ran with all speed toward the
highest noun ain peak, while the cries of
the little one came back to the ears of the
alf-frantic father,
And now the monster began its ascent
bearing its precious burden. Onward it
went and upward, climbing forward,
as rocks arose to obstruct his pathway.
All this time it kept up its fearful howl
ing and for a time the walls Of the child
were heard but they became fainter, and
fainter, until the sound could no longer
be distinguished. At length it disap-
peared from view behind a ,jutting ledge.
When the intention of the animal W
first made apparent, kind Of terrori I'd
upon every heart and a ely Of gony
burst from every lip. And we'll might
they have shuddered: for they now knew
full well that the ferocious animal was q
she-bear, and that she was carrying the
child to her evrie den as food for her
cubs.
For time the father had stood with
face blanched with despair, and with
form trembling like the Drowned leaves
which still chung to the trees around
him. But that weakness was only mo-
mentary, for he become again the irwin
chile father; and, with the speed of an
antelope, he rushed for the cliffs, his eyes
fixed upon the point where the bear had
disappeared with his loved darling.
To any but the father, and to him un-
der any other circumstances, the journey
would not only have been weary, but
almost an impossible one. But the
anxious parent paused not for an instant.
Indeed, he seemed to gain new strength
and courage at every step. Now fear
full rocky ledge would obstruct his way,
but he would mount upward, making a
ladder of the frail twigs which hung to
their sides. Onward and upward until
the giddy height upon which he stood
was horrible to contemplate. But he did
not look back. His child was further on.
And now the point was reached where
the bear was last seen.
At this instant strange sound fell up
on the ears Of the father At first, it was
only the cry of child. Then, mingling
with it, came the fierce growl Of the She
bear, and following this, the yelping Of
cubs. Oh, what agony filled the fathers
bosom at that moment! Could it be pcs
sible that the ravenous beasts were already
in the act OF devouring his treasure!
Dick sank upon the solid rock, while
the PRECIPITATION rolled in streams from
his face and body A blindness came
over him, aud he felt himself unable to
move.
Then came voice from below. tick
claimed, g Courage Dick. "I'll be with
you soon, and will yet save your child"
SChild! child murmured Dick as he
started up. eyes, I must not give way
to this weakness so long as my child yet
lives; and can hear its voice even now. !"
The poor father became strong again.
He moved forward few steps, and paced
around a point of rock, from behind
which came the sounds.
A terrible sight met his gael
A little girl was lying upon her back
upon the rock. The monster was near
her, holding her down with one of his
huge paws, which roasted upon her breast
The little one had ceased her strugglings
evidently in despair, and now was Sob
bling as if its poor little heart was broken
The bear was bleeding profusely. and mad
evidently fallen from exhaustion. The
bullets which had been sent into her
body had given her, no doubt her mortal
wound, but she was tenacious of life, and
could accomplish much after that wound
was received, but before her life was
yielded. Like the parent who now
sought his daughter, the first thought of
the bear was of her young, and even
in her dying agony she chung to the food
she she had brought them.
Only a few feet higher up were the
cubs. They saw the mother, and they
appeared to anticipate a great feast, for
they were struggling to reach it while
they lifted their young voices in chorus