Chapter I: Foreword

There is always tragedy when man invades the solitudes of the earth, for his coming never fails to mean the destruction of the wild things. But, surely, nowhere can the pathos be greater than when, in the western part of North America, there is a discovery of new gold-diggings. Then from all points of the compass men come pouring into the mountains with axe and pick, gold-pan and rifle, breaking paths through the forest wildernesses, killing and driving before them the wild animals that have heretofore held the mountains for their own.

Here in these rocky, tree-clad fastnesses the bears have kinged it for centuries, ruling in right of descent for generation after generation, holding careless dominion over the coyote and the beaver, the wapiti, the white-tailed and the mule-eared deer. Except for the occasional rebellion of a mutinous lieutenant of a puma, there has been none to dispute their lordship from year to year and century to century. Each winter they have laid themselves down (or sat themselves up--for a bear does not lie down when hibernating) to sleep through the bitter months, in easy assurance that when they awoke they would find the sceptre still by their side.

But a spring comes when they issue from their winter lairs and new sounds are borne to them on the keen, resin-scented mountain air. The hills ring to the chopping of axes; and the voices of men--a new and terrible sound--reach their ears. The earth, soft with the melting snows, shows unaccustomed prints of heavy heels. The coyote and the deer and all the forest folk have gone; the beaver-dams are broken, and the builders vanished.

Dimly wondering at the strangeness of it all, the bears go forth, blundering and half awake, down the new-made pathways, not angry, but curious and perplexed, and by the trail-side they meet man--man with a rifle in his hand. And, still not angry, still only wondering and fearing nothing--for are they not lords of all the mountain-sides?--they die.

H. P. R.

_First published September, 1905_

_Reissued Autumn, 1910; reprinted July, 1913_

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I. HOW I TUMBLED DOWNHILL 1

II. CUBHOOD DAYS 9

III. THE COMING OF MAN 25

IV. THE FOREST FIRE 39

V. I LOSE A SISTER 57

VI. LIFE IN CAMP 71

VII. THE PARTING OF THE WAYS 93

VIII. ALONE IN THE WORLD 105

IX. I FIND A COMPANION 120

X. A VISIT TO THE OLD HOME 134

XI. THE TROUBLES OF A FATHER 147

XII. WIPING OUT OLD SCORES 163

XIII. THE TRAP 176

XIV. IN THE HANDS OF MAN 194

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

'HOW I TUMBLED DOWNHILL' _Frontispiece_

FACING PAGE

'THE FATHER BEAR ASKED MY FATHER IF WE WERE NOT
GOING TOO' 49

'SLOWLY, YARD BY YARD, SHE WAS BEING DRAGGED AWAY
FROM US' 64

'AS I APPEARED THE YOUNG ONES RAN AND SNUGGLED
UP TO HER' 113

'SHE SAW ME, AND SAT UP AND LOOKED AT ME AMICABLY' 128

'FROM THE MOMENT THAT I THREW MYSELF ON HIM HE
NEVER HAD TIME TO BREATHE' 177

'IT WAS EVIDENTLY A TRAP' 192

'BY STANDING ON HER BACK I WAS ABLE TO SEE OVER' _On cover_

THE BLACK BEAR