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<h2>CHAPTER XVIII<br/> <small>THE TWINS ARE COMFORTED</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">There is no comfort quite like that</div> <div class="verse">Contained in mother’s loving pat.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verseright"><i>Mother Bear.</i></div> </div></div> </div> <p><span class="smcap">The</span> instant they saw Mother Bear, the twins stopped bawling. Nothing could harm them now. They knew it. Mother would take care of them. Of that there wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in the minds of Boxer and Woof-Woof. Hanging on with every claw of hands and feet, they leaned out as far as they could to see what would happen to that great black Bear who had frightened them so.</p> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</SPAN></span>But nothing happened to Buster Bear for the very good reason that he didn’t wait for anything to happen. Buster was doing no waiting at all. In fact, he was moving so fast and at the same time trying to watch behind him that he didn’t even pick his path. He bumped into trees and stumbled over logs in a way that to say the least was not at all dignified. But Buster was in too much of a hurry to think of dignity. There was something about the looks of Mother Bear as she tore after him that made him feel sure that he would find it much pleasanter in another part of the Green Forest, and he was in a hurry to get there.</p> <p>Mother Bear didn’t follow him<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</SPAN></span> far, only just far enough to make sure that he intended to keep right on going. Then, growling dreadful threats, she hurried back to the tree in which the cubs were. Boxer and Woof-Woof were already scrambling down as fast as they could, whimpering a little, for though they felt wholly safe now, they were not yet over their fright. She reached the foot of the tree just as they reached the ground.</p> <p>She sat up and the twins rushed to her and snuggled as close to her as they could get. Mother Bear put a big arm around each and patted them gently. It was surprising how gentle great big Mother Bear could be.</p> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</SPAN></span>“Wha-wha-what would that awful fellow have done to us?” asked Woof-Woof, crowding still closer to Mother Bear.</p> <p>“Eaten you,” growled Mother Bear, and little cold shivers ran all over Woof-Woof and Boxer.</p> <p>“I hate him!” declared Boxer.</p> <p>“So do I!” cried Woof-Woof. “I think he is dreadful, and I hope we’ll never, never, never, see him again!”</p> <p>“But you will,” replied Mother Bear. “I don’t think you’ll see him again right away, for he knows it isn’t wise for him to hang around here when I am about. But by and by, when you are bigger, you will see him often. The fact is, he is your father.”</p> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</SPAN></span>“What!” screamed the twins, quite horrified. “That dreadful fellow our father!”</p> <p>“Just so,” growled Mrs. Bear. “Just so. And he isn’t dreadful at all. You mustn’t speak of your father that way.”</p> <p>“But if it isn’t dreadful for a father to want to eat his own children, I guess I don’t know what dreadful means,” declared Boxer in a most decided tone. “I call it dreadful, and I hate him. I do so.”</p> <p>“Softly, Boxer. Softly,” chided Mother Bear. “You see, he didn’t know you were his children. He knows it now, but until he saw me coming to your rescue he didn’t know it. He never had seen you before. You were simply two<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</SPAN></span> tempting-looking little strangers who, if I do say it, look good enough to eat.” She squeezed them and patted them fondly. “His name,” she added, “is Buster Bear.”</p> <hr class="chap" /> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</SPAN></span> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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