Sure enough, Little Bear awoke in the early dawn, gave
his father a friendly poke in the side, gave his mother's
nose a friendly tweak, and thus merrily the day began.

"Let us take a walk before breakfast," suggested
Little Bear.

[Illustration: He lifted the cover and peeped in]

"Very well," agreed Father Bear, "and let us catch
fish for breakfast in a mountain stream!"

"And we shall cook the fish in the first hot spring along
the way," added Mother Bear.

On through the glorious dawn went the Three Bears,
crooning an old song and joyfully sniffing the air, when
suddenly they came upon a sleeping camp, where the
tents of the campers formed a big circle. In the center
of the circle were the ashes of a campfire, and not far
away was a cookstove standing near a covered wagon.

On that stove was a kettle. Over to that kettle
pranced Little Bear. He lifted the cover and peeped in.

The kettle was full of something Little Bear had never
seen before. Over walked Father Bear, over walked
Mother Bear. They peeped in the kettle and shook their
heads.