manner? I had a narrer escape from being imprisoned for
disloyalty.

I will relate another incident in the career of this retchid
Bear. I used to present what I called in the bills a Beautiful
living Pictur--showing the Bear's fondness for his Master: in
which I'd lay down on a piece of carpeting, and the Bear would
come and lay down beside me, restin his right paw on my breast,
the Band playing "Home, Sweet Home," very soft and slow. Altho'
I say it, it was a tuchin thing to see. I've seen Tax-Collectors
weep over that performance.

Well, one day I said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will show you the
Bear's fondness for his master," and I went and laid down. I
tho't I observed a pecooliar expression into his eyes, as he
rolled clumsily to'ards me, but I didn't dream of the scene which
follered. He laid down, and put his paw on my breast.
"Affection of the Bear for his Master," I repeated. "You see the
Monarch of the Western Wilds in a subjugated state. Fierce as
these animals naturally are, we now see that they have hearts and
can love. This Bear, the largest in the world, and measurin
seventeen feet round the body, loves me as a mer-ther loves her
che-ild!" But what was my horror when the grizzly and infamus
Bear threw his other paw UNDER me, and riz with me to his feet.
Then claspin me in a close embrace he waltzed up and down the
platform in a frightful manner, I yellin with fear and anguish.
To make matters wuss, a low scurrilus young man in the audiens
hollered out:

"Playfulness of the Bear! Quick moosic!"