XII

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XII

As if against obstruction sore

Tattiana o’er the stream complained;

To help her to the other shore

No one appeared to lend a hand.

But suddenly a snowdrift stirs,

And what from its recess appears?

A bristly bear of monstrous size!

He roars, and “Ah!” Tattiana cries.

He offers her his murderous paw;

She nerves herself from her alarm

And leans upon the monster’s arm,

With footsteps tremulous with awe

Passes the torrent. But alack!

Bruin is marching at her back!