5. GLACIER BEAR: _Ursus emmonsi_ Dall. About Mount St. Elias. III. GRIZZLY BEARS. 6. THE GRIZZLY BEAR: _Ursus horribilis_ Ord. Found in the western parts of North America. Under this species are four varieties: the original _horribilis_, or Rocky Mountain grizzly, from Montana to the Great Basin of Utah; the variety _californicus_ Merriam, the California grizzly, from the Sierra Nevada; variety _horriaeus_ Baird, the Sonora grizzly, from Arizona and the South; and variety _alascensis_ Merriam, the Alaska grizzly, from Alaska. 7. THE BARREN GROUND BEAR: _Ursus richardsoni_ Mayne Reid. A kind of grizzly found about Hudson Bay. IV. GREAT BROWN BEARS. 8. THE YAKUTAT BEAR: _Ursus dalli_ Merriam. From about Mount St. Elias. 9. THE SITKA BEAR: _Ursus sitkensis_ Merriam. From about Sitka. 10. THE KADIAK BEAR: _Ursus middendorfi_ Merriam. From Kadiak and the Peninsula of Alaska. These three bears are even larger than the grizzly, and the Kadiak Bear is the largest of all the land bears of the world. It prowls about over the moss of the mountains, feeding on berries and fish. The sea-bear, _Callorhinus ursinus_, which we call the fur seal, is also a cousin of the bear, having much in common with its bear ancestors of long ago, but neither that nor its relations, the sea-lion and the walrus, are exactly bears to-day. Of all the real bears, Mr. Miller treats of five in the pages of this little book. All the straight "bear stories" relate to _Ursus americanus_, as most bear stories in our country do. The grizzly stories treat of _Ursus horribilis californicus_. The lean bear of the Louisiana swamps is _Ursus luteolus_, and the Polar Bear is _Thalarctos maritimus_. The author of the book has tried without intrusion of technicalities to bring the distinctive features of the different bears before the reader and to instruct as well as to interest children and children's parents in the simple realities of bear life. DAVID STARR JORDAN. Leland Stanford, Jr., University. TRUE BEAR STORIES. I. A BEAR ON FIRE. It is now more than a quarter of a century since I saw the woods of Mount Shasta in flames, and beasts of all sorts, even serpents, crowded together; but I can never forget, never! It looked as if we would have a cloudburst that fearful morning. We three were making our way by slow marches from Soda Springs across the south base of Mount Shasta to the Modoc lava beds--two English artists and myself. We had saddle horses, or, rather, two saddle horses and a mule, for our own use. Six Indians, with broad leather or elkskin straps across their foreheads, had been chartered to carry the kits and traps. They were men of means and leisure, these artists, and were making the trip for the fish, game, scenery and excitement and everything, in fact, that was in the adventure. I was merely their hired guide.