He smells that bear! It seems to drive
him crazy!"
"It's awful!" she said. "What are we going to do, John? Do you think
the animal will become dangerous when he misses his master?"
"Oh, there's nothin' dangerous about him," answered John. "I was
sittin' talkin' to that Dago last night after supper, and he says his
bear's tamer than a cat. He is so mild-tempered that he wouldn't hurt
nobody. The Dago says he sleeps close up to him of cold nights to keep
himself warm. There ain't no trouble about his bein' dangerous, but
you can't bring the horse into the stable while he's about. If anybody
was to drive into this yard without knowin' they'd be a circus, I can
tell you! Horses can't stand bears."
She looked at me in dismay. "Couldn't he be shot and buried?" she
asked.
I had my doubts on that point. A tame bear is a valuable animal, and I
could not advise her to dispose of the property of another person in
that summary way.
"But he must be got away," she said. "We can't have a bear here.
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