“Oh, that is very good!” she exclaimed.  “I hope some time I can do you piggie boys a favor for being so kind to me.”  So she ate all the jelly up—­that is, all that was good for her—­and she was just going away, having thanked Curly and Flop, when all at once, on a sudden, out from behind a tree came the big black bear.  He waved his paws in the air, and, wrinkling up his black nose, he growled out: 

“Ha!  I smell jelly!  I’m going to have some, too, to eat on my roast pork!” and he looked hungrily at the two piggie boys.  They were both too frightened to move, but the Indian maiden was brave.

“Come!  Come!  Give me that jelly!” growled and grumbled the bear!  “Then I’ll take you piggie boys off to my den and make the Indian maiden cook you.”

“Oh, but I’ll not do it!” said the Indian maiden whose name was Pocohontas.  “I like Curly and Flop, for they were kind to me and gave me jelly.”

“Well, then, I want jelly, too!” growled the bear.  He made a jump, intending to take the jelly away from the Indian maiden, but Curly and Flop cried out: 

“No, you don’t!  Get away from here at once, you bad bear.”

“Well, if I go, I’ll take you with me!” said the bear.  “If I can’t have jelly I’ll have you piggie boys!” and he caught one of them under each paw.

“Oh, help!” cried Curly, trying to get loose, but he could not.

“Save us!  Save us!” begged Flop, making his tail spin like a pinwheel.

“I will save you!” called the Indian maiden.

“Oh, if I only had a bow and arrow I would shoot the bear and rescue the two piggie boys!  I know what I’ll do.  I’ll make a bow and find an arrow.”

So she took a bent branch of a tree for the bow and for the string she used some strands of her long braids.  But the needed an arrow, and all the while the bear was carrying Curly and Flop off to his den.

“I know!” cried the Indian maiden.  “A hat pin!  My very longest and sharpest hat pin!  That will do for an arrow!”

She ran to where she had left her hat in the bushes when she was looking for the jelly, and quickly got a hat pin.  This she shot at the bear from her bow.

“Whizz!” it went through the air, hitting the bear on the end of his soft and tender nose.

“Oh, wow!” he cried.  “Oh, woe is me!” and his nose pained him so that he dropped Curly and Flop and back to the bungalow ran the piggie boys as fast as they could.  And the bear went off to put some cooling mud on his nose, where the hat pin had hit him.

So that’s how the Indian maiden saved the piggie boys from the bear, and they gave her more jelly and thanked her, and then, using a long thorn instead of a hat pin, which the bear carried off in his nose, Pocohontas went off looking for more jelly, and Curly and Flop went to asleep.

And next, in case the horse radish doesn’t jump over the oysters and scare them so they fall into the clam chowder, I’ll tell you about Flop and the marshmallows.