Any creature whose strength puts him beyond danger of open attack is apt to lose in cunning. Yet Wahb never forgot his early experience with the traps. He made it a rule never to go near that smell of man and iron, and that was the reason he never again was caught .
Ernest Thompson Seton, The Biography of a Grizzly
A dog-eared hardback, slightly stained, bound in olive canvas made shiny by the hands that have held it across the decades. Thick pages, roughcut at the edges, interleaved with illustrations on glossy, photostatic paper.
I read it to the children over several nights last week. They enjoyed Wahb’s story, were maybe even entranced, though not moved to tears as I was more than once reading that same copy forty-plus years ago.
The trade-off between might and cunning seems to be mandated by biological destiny (see: histories of the superpowers). Wahb, the motherless cub turned force of nature, was one of those rare beings to whom the rule does not apply.