The Nature Faker by Richard Harding Davis
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turned to look at the group of people who had now run to peer through the wire meshes of the fence. But, as no one spoke and no one signalled, the three bears, in single file, started toward the edge of the forest. They had of cleared space to cover only a little distance, and at each step, as though fearful they would be stopped and punished, one or the other turned his head. But no one halted them. With quickening footsteps the bears, now almost at a gallop, plunged forward. The next instant they were lost to sight, and only the crackling of the underbrush told that they had come into their own. Herrick dropped to the ground and locked himself inside the preserve. "I'm going after them," he called, "to see what they'll do." There was a frantic chorus of entreaties. "Don't be an ass!" begged Jackson. "They'll eat you." Herrick waved his hand reassuringly. "They won't even see me," he explained. "I can find my way about this place better than they can. And I'll keep to windward of them, |
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