<h2>CHAPTER XXXIV<br/> <small>ALL IS WELL AT LAST</small></h2>
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<div class="verse">If you are taught not to forget</div>
<div class="verse">Your punishment you’ll ne’er regret.</div>
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<div class="verseright"><i>Mother Bear.</i></div>
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<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Bear</span> is one of those mothers
who believe in punishment.
She believes that the cub who is
never punished for wrong-doing is
almost sure to grow up to be of
little or no use in the Great World,
provided he lives to grow up at all.
She doubts if he will live to grow
up at all. So her cubs are
promptly punished when they disobey
or do wrong, and they are
punished in a way to make them
remember.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</SPAN></span>Now when Boxer, the lost little
cub who had had such a dreadful
time, saw Mother Bear and his sister
Woof-Woof, he thought all his
troubles were at an end. Perhaps
you can guess what his feelings
were when he was stopped short
by a growl from Mother Bear.
He wanted—oh, how he wanted—to
rush up to her and snuggle
against her and feel her big paws
gently patting him.</p>
<p>But there was to be none of that.
It was plain that Mother Bear
meant exactly what she said when
she told him to come no nearer.
And when he looked to his twin
sister, Woof-Woof, she turned up
her nose and it was quite clear that
she wanted nothing to do with him.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</SPAN></span>Poor little Boxer. He didn’t
understand it at all at first. You
see, in the joy of being found, he
had forgotten that he still carried
that dreadful scent with which
Jimmy Skunk had punished him,
and so no one, not even his mother
or sister, would want him very near.
When Woof-Woof cried “Phew!”
as she turned up her nose he remembered.
He hung his head and
meekly shuffled along after his
mother and sister, taking care to
get no nearer to them. He didn’t
dare to, for every few steps Mother
Bear would swing her head around
and grumble a warning.</p>
<p>And this was just the beginning
of Boxer’s punishment. Day after
day he tagged along, far behind,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</SPAN></span>
but always keeping his mother and
sister in sight. You may be sure
he took care to do that. He had
had quite enough of seeing the
Great World alone. Not for anything
would he be lost again. But
it was hard, very hard, to have
only what was left when Mother
Bear found a feast. What he
didn’t know was that Mother Bear
always took care that there should
be a fair share left. At such times
Woof-Woof took great joy in
smacking her lips while Boxer sat
up watching from a distance.</p>
<p>When they slept Boxer had to
curl up by himself. At first this
was the hardest of all. But little
by little he got used to it. He
didn’t know and Woof-Woof didn’t<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</SPAN></span>
know, but Mother Bear did, that
this was good for him; it was making
him more and more sure of
himself. And tagging along behind
as he did every day was doing
the same thing. He was always
looking for something that Mother
Bear and Woof-Woof might have
missed. And so he learned to use
his eyes and his nose and his ears
better than Woof-Woof did, for she
depended more on Mother Bear, being
right at her heels.</p>
<p>As the days passed, Boxer’s coat
became more and more free from
that dreadful scent. Boxer had
become so used to it that he didn’t
notice it at all, so he wasn’t conscious
when it began to grow less.
At last it got so that it was hardly<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</SPAN></span>
to be noticed excepting on rainy or
very damp days. For a long time
after Mother Bear had permitted
him to resume his place with Woof-Woof,
she drove him away on such
days.</p>
<p>So at last Boxer’s punishment
ended. Mother Bear gave him a
good talking to and said that she
hoped this would be a lesson he
never would forget. “Yes’m, it
will,” he had replied very meekly,
and he knew it would. Then he
took his place once more, save
that now, instead of following at
Mother Bear’s heels, he allowed
Woof-Woof to do that and he
followed her. Though Woof-Woof
didn’t suspect it, he preferred
it so.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</SPAN></span>So Buster Bear’s twins grew and
grew until every one said that
they were the finest young Bears
ever seen in the Green Forest.</p>
<p>Billy Mink says that these cubs
have received attention enough
and that there are other people who
should be considered. Perhaps
Billy is right, though I suspect he
is thinking of himself. Anyway
this ends the Green Forest series
and the next book will be the first
in the Smiling Pool series. The
title will be Billy Mink.</p>
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<p class="ph3">TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE:</p>
<p>Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.</p>
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