Just then a Bear came swinging by, with its great black nose tilted in the air, and its little keen eyes peering about; for bears, though good enough fellows on the whole, are just dreadfully inquisitive.
"Peace be with you, friend," said the Bear, "and what may you be going to do with that remarkably large bundle of wood?"
"It is for my Wife," returned the Woodman. "The fact is," he added confidentially, smacking his lips, "she has made such a Khichri for dinner! and if I bring in a good bundle of wood she is pretty sure to give me a plentiful portion. Oh, my dear fellow, you should just smell that Khichri."
At this the Bear's mouth began to water, for, like all bears, he was a dreadful glutton.
"Do you think your Wife would give mite some, too, if I brought her a bundle of wood?" he asked anxiously.
"Perhaps; if it is a very big load," answered the Woodman craftily.
"Would-would four hundredweight be enough?" asked the Bear.
"I'm afraid not," returned the 'Woodman, shaking his head.

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