that is known by the name of the bear-berry, [Transcriber's Note: Lengthy
footnote moved to end of chapter.] of which they say the young bears are
particularly fond."

"I should be afraid of going to gather raspberries, nurse, for fear of
the bears coming to eat them too."

"The hunters know that the bears are partial to this fruit, and often
seek them in large thickets, where they grow. A young gentleman, Lady
Mary, once went out shooting game, in the province of New Brunswick, in
the month of July, when the weather was warm, and there were plenty of
wild berries ripe. He had been out for many hours, and at last found
himself on the banks of a creek. But the bridge he had been use to cross
was gone, having been swept away by heavy rains in the spring. Passing on
a little higher up, he saw an old clearing full of bushes; and knowing
that wild animals were often to be met in such spots, he determined to
cross over and try his luck for a bear, a racoon, or a young fawn. Not far
from the spot, he saw a large fallen swamp elm-tree, which made a capital
bridge. Just as he was preparing to cross, he heard the sound of footsteps
on the dry crackling sticks, and saw a movement among the raspberry
bushes; his finger was on the lock of his rifle in an instant, for he
thought it must be a bear or a deer; but just as he was about to fire, he
saw a small, thin, brown hand, all red and stained from the juice of the
ripe berries, reaching down a branch of the fruit; his very heart leaped
within him with fright, for in another moment he would have shot the poor
little child that, with wan, wasted face, was looking at him from between
the raspberry bushes. It was a little girl, about as old as you are, Lady
Mary. She was without hat or shoes, and her clothes were all in tatters;
her hands and neck were quite brown and sun-burnt. She seemed frightened
at first, and would have hid herself, had not the stranger called out