Excerpt have never met a bear, but I'd just like to try one." "Dear sister, you frighten me. Oh, do not think of such a thing Indeed, Marian, I am never happy when you are away in the woods. I am always afraid of your meeting with some great wild beast, which may devour you. Tell me, why do you go? I am sure I cannot see what pleasure you can have in wandering through the woods alone." "Alone Perhaps I am not always alone." These words are uttered in a low voice--not loud enough for Lilian to hear, though she observes the smile that accompanies them. "You see, sister Lil," continues Marian in a louder tone our tastes differ. You are young, and like better to read the story-books your mother left you, and look at the pictures in them. My mother left me no story-books, nor pictures. She had none; and did not care for them, I fancy. She was half-Indian, you know; and I suppose I am like her: for I too, prefer realities to pictures. I love to roam about the woods; and as for the dan