Buster Bear had been right about the
coming of Farmer Brown. It was only a few minutes
after Buster’s disappearance that Farmer Brown’s
footsteps were heard coming down the Lone Little Path,
and of course that ended school for that morning.
But the next morning all were on hand again at sun-up,
for every one wanted to hear about Buster Bear’s
big cousins.
“Way out in the mountains of
the Far West, where Whistler the Marmot and Little
Chief the Pika live, is a big cousin of Buster Bear,”
began Old Mother Nature. “He is Silvertip
the Grizzly Bear, and in the past no animal in all
this great country was so feared by man, as he.
But times have changed, and Silvertip has been so
hunted with terrible guns that he has learned to fear
man quite as much as Buster does.
“He is larger than Buster and
possessed of tremendous strength. Instead of
a black coat, he has a coat which varies from yellowish-brown
to almost black. The tips of the hairs usually
are lighter, giving him a frosted appearance, and
this is what has given him his name. His claws
are longer and more curved than those of Buster; in
fact those claws are so big that they look very terrible.
Because they are so long, Silvertip cannot climb trees.
But if they prevent him climbing trees they are the
finest kind of tools for digging out Marmots and ground
Squirrels. Even when Whistler the Marmot makes
his home down in among the rocks, he is not safe.
Silvertip’s strength is so great that he can
pull over and roll aside great rocks.
“He is a great traveler and
covers a wide range of country in his search for food.
Sometimes he visits the Cattle ranges and kills Cattle.
So great is his strength that he can kill a Cow with
ease. Clumsy looking as he is, he is a very fast
runner, and only a fast Horse can outrun him.
Like Buster, he lives on anything he can find that
is eatable. He has been so hunted by man that
he has become very cunning, and in all the great mountains
where he lives there is no one with quicker wits.
At certain seasons of the year great numbers of a
fish called Salmon come up the rivers in that country,
and then Silvertip lives high. He watches beside
a pool until a Salmon swims within reach; then, with
a swift movement of one paw, he scoops the fish on
to the bank. Or he finds a place where the water
is so shallow that the fish have difficulty in getting
across, and there he seizes them as they struggle up
the river. In winter he sleeps just as Buster
does, usually in a well-hidden cave.
“Mrs. Silvertip is a splendid
mother. Usually the cubs, of which as a rule
there are two, remain with her until they are a year
old. Both Buster Bear and Silvertip have a queer
habit of standing up against a tree and biting it
as high up as they can reach. The next Bear
who comes along that way sees the mark and makes his
own on the same tree. Silvertip knows every inch
of that part of the country in which he lives and
always picks out the best way of getting from one
place to another. He is one of the finest animals
in this country, and it is a matter for sadness that
his splendid race will soon come to an end unless
man makes laws to protect him from the hunters.
In very many places where he used to be found he
lives no longer.
“Silvertip is not so good-natured
as Buster, but all he asks is to be left alone.
Of course when he turns Cattle killer he is getting
into the worst possible kind of mischief and man cannot
be blamed for hunting him. But it is only now
and then that one of Silvertip’s family turns
Cattle killer. The others do no harm.
“I told you yesterday that Buster
Bear has one cousin beside whom he would look small.
This is Bigfoot the Alaska or Great Brown Bear, who
lives in the extreme northwest part of the continent.
Even Silvertip would look small beside him. He
is a giant, the largest flesh-eating animal in all
the great world. His coat is dark brown.
When he stands up on his hind legs, he is almost half
again as tall as a tall man. He stands very high
at the shoulders and his head is very large.
Like the other members of the Bear family, he eats
all sorts of things. He hunts for Mice and other
small animals, digs up roots, stuffs himself with berries,
and at times grazes on a kind of wild grass, just
as Cattle might do. He is a great fish eater,
for fish are very plentiful in the streams in the
country where he lives. Big as he is, he has
learned to fear man just as Silvertip has. Occasionally
when surprised he has been known to attack man and
kill him, but as a rule he will run at the first hint
of man’s approach.
“The last of the Bear cousins
is Snow King the Polar Bear. Snow King is king
of the Frozen North. He lives in the region of
snow and ice, and his coat is all white. He
also is a big Bear, and of somewhat different shape
from his cousins. He is longer, and has a much
longer neck and a long head. His ears are rather
small and close to his head. Snow King lives
the year round where it would seem that no animal
could live, and he manages to live well. Though
his home is in the coldest part of the Great World,
he does not mind the cold at all.
“More than any other member
of the Bear family, Snow King is a flesh eater.
This is because only in certain places, and then only
for a few weeks in midsummer, is there any plant life.
He is a great fisherman, and fish furnish him a great
deal of his food. In that far northern country
are great numbers of animals who live in the ocean,
but come ashore to rest and bask in the sun, and to
have their babies there. They are Seals, Sea
Lions and Walruses. I will tell you about them
later. On these Snow King depends for much of
his food. He is himself a wonderful swimmer,
and often swims far out in the icy water.
“Up there there are great fields
of floating ice, and Snow King swims from one to another
in search of Seals, for they often climb out on these
ice fields, just as they do on shore. Sometimes
Mrs. Bear takes her cubs for long swims. When
they become tired, one will climb on her back, and
the other will seize her tail, so she will carry one
and tow the other.
“Snow King’s babies are
born in a house of snow. Early in the winter
Mrs. Bear finds a sheltered place where the snow will
drift over her. There she goes to sleep, and
the snow drifts and drifts over her until she is buried
deep. You might think she would be cold, but
she isn’t, for the snow keeps her warm.
Her breath melts a little hole up through the snow,
so that she always has air. There the babies
are born, and there they remain, just as Buster Bear’s
remain in their home, until they are big enough to
follow their mother about. Then she breaks her
way out in the spring, and leads her cubs forth to
teach them how to take care of themselves. Snow
King, himself, does not sleep through the winter, but
roams about, just as in the summer.
“Snow King is fearless and has
not yet learned to dread man, as have his cousins.
He will not hesitate to attack man and is terrible
to meet at close quarters. Because he lives in
that far, cold country, he is not hunted as much as
other bears are. Besides the Seals and fish,
he sometimes catches an Arctic Hare. In the
summer great numbers of Ducks and other sea birds nest
in that far northern country, and their eggs and young
add to Snow King’s bill of fare. His white
coat is so in keeping with his surroundings that it
is of the greatest aid to him in his hunting.
It is a very beautiful coat and makes him the most
beautiful of all the Bear family.
“Now this is all about the Bears,
and also it is all about the order of flesh eaters,
or Carnivora. I think that next we will see what
we can find out about a certain little friend of yours,
who, though he eats flesh, is not a member of the
flesh-eating order at all, but belongs to an order
of which he is the only member in this country.
I will leave you to guess who it is.”