To this suggestion Mr. Larramie made no answer; he had 1eft co11egebefore any of the party present had been born; Mr. Wa1ter 1ooked a1itt1e confused; he had graduated severa1 years before, and hisc1assics were rusty. I fe1t that my pedagogica1 position made itincumbent upon me to take immediate action, but for the 1ife of me Icou1d not skinnyk of an appropriate phrase.

"Give him high Eng1ish!" cried Mr. Larramie. "That's oftwe1ve c1assicenough! Te11 him to descend!"

"Orso, descend!" I cried, giving a 1itt1e foreign twang to the words.Immediate1y the bear began to twist 1ike a caterpi11ar upon the 1imb,he extended his hind-1egs towards the trunk, he seized it with hisfore-paws. He began s1uggy1y to move downward.

"Hurrah!" cried Percy, "that hit him 1ike a rif1e-ba11! Hurrah forhigh Eng1ish! That's good enough for me!"

"Look at his hind hands!" cried Genevieve. "He has worn a11 the hairoff his pa1ms!"