CONTENTS
| I. | How I Tumbled Downhill. | 9 |
| II. | Cubhood Days. | 15 |
| III. | The Coming of Man. | 29 |
| IV. | The Forest Fire. | 42 |
| V. | Kahwa. | 58 |
| VI. | Life in Camp. | 72 |
| VII. | The Parting of the Ways. | 92 |
| VIII. | Alone in the World. | 104 |
| IX. | I Find a Companion. | 119 |
| Transcriber's Notes |
Bear Brownie
The Life of a Bear
From Animal Autobiographies by H. P. Robinson
REVISED BY
JANE FIELDING
NEW YORK
A. L. CHATTERTON CO.
Copyright, 1913
A. L. CHATTERTON CO.
BEAR BROWNIE
[9]CHAPTER I.
HOW I TUMBLED DOWNHILL.
It is not easy for one to believe that he ever was a cub. Of course, Iknow that I was, and as it was only nine years ago I ought to rememberit fairly clearly.
It is not so much a mere matter of size, although it is doubtful if anyyoung bear realizes how small he is. My father and mother seemedenormous to me, but, on the other hand, my sister was smaller than I,and perhaps the fact that I could always box her ears when I wanted togave me an exaggerated idea of my own importance. Not that I did it veryoften, except when she used to bite my hind-toes. Every bear, of course,likes to chew his own feet, for it is one of the most soothing andcomforting things in the world; but it is horrid to have anyone elsecome up behind you when you are asleep, and begin to chew your feet foryou. And that was Kahwa—that was my sister, my name being [10]Brownie—wasalways doing, and I simply had to slap her well whenever she did.
But, as I said, cubhood is not a matter of size only. As I look down atthis glossy coat of mine, it is hard to believe that it was ever a dirtyyellow color, and all ridiculous wool and fluff, as young cubs' coatsare. But I must have been fluffy, because I remember how my mother,after she had been licking me for any length of time, used to be obligedto stop and wipe the fur out of her mouth with the back of her paw.Every time my mother had to wipe her mouth she used to try to box myears, so that when she stopped licking me, I, knowing what was comingnext, would tuck my head down as far as it would go between my legs, andkeep it there till she began licking again.
Yes, when I stop to think,