<h3><SPAN name="VI" id="VI"></SPAN>VI</h3>
<h3>CUFFY MEETS A MAN</h3>
<p>And then how Cuffy Bear did roar—just one second after
he had stuck his paws into the steaming pan. You see—he
was so greedy that he had never once stopped to think that the
syrup was boiling hot.</p>
<p>Now, usually if you pick up anything hot you can drop it at
once. But it is not so with hot maple syrup. Cuffy's paws were
covered with the sticky brown stuff. He rubbed them upon his
trousers, and he roared again when he saw what he had done.</p>
<p>Then Cuffy had a happy thought. He would go out and shove
his paws into a snowbank. That would surely cool them. So out
of the sugar-house he dashed and across the clearing he ran,
screaming <i>"Ough! ough! ough!"</i> at the top of his voice,
for the hot syrup made his paws smart terribly. In his haste
Cuffy did not notice that he was headed in the direction in
which the man had disappeared.</p>
<p>Now it happened that the man who tended the sugar-house fire
had gone only to the edge of the clearing; and when he heard
Cuffy's shrieks he looked around in great surprise. He and
Cuffy saw each other at the same time. And like a flash Cuffy
turned and fairly flew the other way.</p>
<p>The man ran after him for a few steps. But he soon saw that
he could never catch Cuffy. So he stood still and watched the
little bear bob into the woods and vanish.</p>
<p>Poor Cuffy's heart was beating as if it would burst. He was
so frightened that he forgot all about his burned paws and he
ran and ran and ran up the steep mountainside. He did not mind
the climb; he was used to that. But to his great alarm the snow
clung to his sticky paws until each was just a great, round
lump. They looked like the hands of a snow-man.</p>
<p>Cuffy found it very hard to run with his paws like that. But
he kept on and on, until at last he came in sight of his
father's house. Then he stopped and sat down, right behind a
knoll, where his mother could not see him. He was very tired.
And though he was no longer afraid that the man would catch
him, he began to be afraid of something else.... A punishing?
No—no! He had not thought of that. Cuffy was afraid that
he could never get rid of those big heavy lumps. He was afraid
his paws would always be covered with those hard balls of snow.
You must remember that he was a very <i>young</i> little
bear.</p>
<p>Well! After he had got his breath again Cuffy began to
nibble at his snow mittens. And little by little—to his
delight—he removed them. And still he kept on nibbling at
his paws, and—yes! he actually put them right inside his
mouth and sucked them. He forgot all about his <i>manners</i>,
for underneath the snow he found the most beautiful, waxy
maple-sugar you can imagine. Each paw was just one big
lollypop! And though his burns still hurt him, Cuffy did not
care very much. For those lollypops were <i>two hundred
times</i> sweeter than anything he had ever tasted in all his
life!</p>
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