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Title: The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Yard, Robert Sterling, 1861-1945
Subjects: National parks and reserves
Publisher: New York, Chicago (etc.) C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ed on un-suspectingly, each trying to bite the others ear. Margarets outstretched hand was within a few inchesof the nearest cub when a dry stick snapped sharplyunder her knee. Then everything happened at once. Both cubs jumped up quickly and one rolled overfairly upon Margarets head. She screamed and strug-gled to her feet. She saw both cubs scrambling madlyup a tree. She also heard a short, sharp growl and thecrash of breaking bushes. A great shaggy, brown headwith staring eyes, hanging jaws, and glistening whiteteeth pushed swiftly into view not a hundred feetaway. Margaret screamed wildly anid ran as she had neverrun before. She heard a snort behind her and fastpadding footsteps. She miraculously escaped thetrees as she ran. A few moments later she was sobbingin Uncle Billys arms. Great excitement, of course, had followed the dis-covery of Margarets disappearance. The camp wasaroused and a score of searchers invaded the woods inall directions. Uncle Billy was searching the near-by
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/f Margaret screamed wildly and ran as she had never run before 85 86 THE TOP OF THE CONTINENT woods when Margarets scream drew him running tothe spot. Uncle Billy saw the mother bear standingat a distance. She probably had followed Margaret onlya few steps. After a few moments, assured of hercubs safety, she returned slowly to them. It was a long time before the frightened little girlwas comforted. According to her story the motherbear was as big as the elephant in the PhiladelphiaZoo; it was noticeable that Jack did not offer to goback into the woods and shoot her. Around the camp-fire that night Margaret had totell her story many times. She felt herself quite aheroine. When Mrs. Jefferson tucked her into herwarm bed and gave her many good-night kisses, notunmingled with loving tears, Margaret said: Well, Mother, an3rway, Ive touched a really, trulylive wild bear, havent I? But Mothers little girl will never, never do any-thing like that again, will she? Promise Mother. Yes, Mother,

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