A Hunter who had lassoed a Bear was
trying to disengage himself from the rope, but the
slip-knot about his wrist would not yield, for the
Bear was all the time pulling in the slack with his
paws. In the midst of his trouble the Hunter
saw a Showman passing by, and managed to attract
his attention.
“What will you give me,” he said, “for
my Bear?”
“It will be some five or ten
minutes,” said the Showman, “before I
shall want a fresh Bear, and it looks to me as if prices
would fall during that time. I think I’ll
wait and watch the market.”
“The price of this animal,”
the Hunter replied, “is down to bed-rock; you
can have him for nothing a pound, spot cash, and I’ll
throw in the next one that I lasso. But the
purchaser must remove the goods from the premises
forthwith, to make room for three man-eating tigers,
a cat-headed gorilla, and an armful of rattlesnakes.”
But the Showman passed on, in maiden
meditation, fancy free, and being joined soon afterward
by the Bear, who was absently picking his teeth,
it was inferred that they were not unacquainted.