The All-mother never fails to offer to her own, twin cups, one gall, and
one of balm. Little or much they may drink, but equally of each. The
mountain that is easy to descend must soon be climbed again. The
grinding hardship of Wahb's early days, had built his mighty frame. All
usual pleasures of a grizzly's life had been denied him but _power_
bestowed in more than double share. So he lived on year after year,
unsoftened by mate or companion, sullen, fearing nothing, ready to
fight, but asking only to be let alone--quite alone. He had but one
keen pleasure in his sombre life--the lasting glory in his matchless
strength--the small but never failing thrill of joy as the foe fell
crushed and limp, or the riven boulders grit and heaved when he turned
on them the measure of his wondrous force.




IV.

Everything has a smell of its own for those that have noses to smell.
Wahb had been learning smells all his life, and knew the meaning of most
of those in the mountains. It was as though each and every thing had a
voice of its own for him; and yet it was far better than a voice, for
every one knows that a good nose is better than eyes and ears together.
And each of these myriads of voices kept on crying, "Here and such am
I."

The juniper-berries, the rosehips, the strawberries, each had a soft,
sweet little voice, calling, "Here we are--Berries, Berries."

The great pine woods had a loud, far-reaching voice, "Here are we, the