"
The Babe carefully laid his string of fish in a cool place under some
leaves, and then came and sat on the grass at his uncle's feet to
listen.
"They were an odd pair of youngsters," began Uncle Andy--and paused to
get his pipe going.
"They were a curious pair, and they eyed each other curiously. One was
about five years old and the other about five months. One was all pink
and white, and ruddy tan, and fluffy gold, and the other all glossy
black. One, in fact, was a baby, and the other was a bear.
"Neither had come voluntarily into this strange fellowship; and it
would have been hard to say which of the pair regarded the other with
most suspicion. The bear, to be sure, at five months old, was more
grown up, more self-sufficing and efficient than the baby at five
years; but he had the disadvantage of feeling himself an interloper.
He had come to the raft quite uninvited, and found the baby in
possession! On that account, of course, he rather expected the baby to
show her white little teeth, and snarl at him, and try to drive him off
into the water. In that case he would have resisted desperately,
because he was in mortal fear of the boiling, seething flood. But he
was very uneasy, and kept up a whimpering that was intended to be
conciliatory; for though the baby was small, and by no means ferocious,
he regarded her as the possessor of the raft, and it was an axiom of
the wilds that very small and harmless-looking creatures might become
dangerous when resisting an invasion of their rights.
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