“The distance of his fall was not far short of thirty feet, and he brought up with a bump which left him not breath enough to squeal.  The ground was soft, however, with undergrowth and debris, and he had no bones broken.  In a couple of minutes he was busy licking himself all over to make sure he was undamaged.  Reassured on this point, he went prowling in exploration of the place he had dropped into.

“It was a sort of deep bowl, not more than forty feet across at the bottom, and with its rocky sides so steep that Teddy Bear did not feel at all encouraged to climb them.  He went sniffing and peering around the edges in the hope of finding some easier way of escape.  Disappointed in this, he lifted his black, alert little nose, and stared longingly upwards, as if contemplating an effort to fly.

“He saw no help in that direction; but his nostrils caught a savor which for the moment put all thought of escape out of his head.  It was the warm, delectable smell of honey.  Teddy Bear had never tasted honey; but he needed no one to tell him it was good.  Instantly he knew that he was very hungry.  And instead of wanting to find a way out of the hole, all he wanted was to find out where that wonderful smell came from.  If he thought any more at all of the hole, it was only to be glad he had had the great luck to fall into it.

“From the deep soil at the bottom of the hole grew three big trees, together with a certain amount of underbrush.  Two of those were fir trees, green and flourishing.  The third was an old maple, with several of its branches broken away.  It was quite dead all down one side, while on the other only a couple of branches put forth leaves.  About a small hole near the top of this dilapidated old tree Teddy Bear caught sight of a lot of bees, coming and going.  Then he knew where that adorable smell came from.  For though, as I think I have said, his experience was extremely limited, his mother had managed to convey to him an astonishing lot of useful and varied information.

“Teddy Bear had an idea that bees, in spite of their altogether diminutive size, were capable of making themselves unpleasant, and also that they had a temper which was liable to go off at half-cock.  Nevertheless, being a bear of great decision, he lost no time in wondering what he had better do.  The moment he had convinced himself that the honey was up that tree, up that tree he went to get it.”

“Oh!” cried the Babe, in tones of shuddering sympathy, as he felt at his leg and his ear.  “Oh! why didn’t he stop to think?”

Uncle Andy did not seem to consider that this remark called for any reply.  He ignored it.  Stopping just at this critical point he proceeded with exasperating deliberation to roll himself another fat and clumsy cigarette.  Then he applied fresh earth to both the Babe’s stings and his own.  At last he went on.