. Wild brother; strangest of true stories from the north woods. happened that he wasleft outside, he would soon appear at one of thelower windows, and within a day or two he hadtorn off all the mosquito netting from everyopening. To make up for this defect, however, he did hisbest to destroy the flies which he had let in. Hewas one of the best little fly-swatters in the mod-ern campaign to keep down these pests. On theinside of the camp he made frequent visits to allthe windows, killing the flies and eating them withgreat relish. The question of Brunos food was one that hadcaused us some worry
. Wild brother; strangest of true stories from the north woods. happened that he wasleft outside, he would soon appear at one of thelower windows, and within a day or two he hadtorn off all the mosquito netting from everyopening. To make up for this defect, however, he did hisbest to destroy the flies which he had let in. Hewas one of the best little fly-swatters in the mod-ern campaign to keep down these pests. On theinside of the camp he made frequent visits to allthe windows, killing the flies and eating them withgreat relish. The question of Brunos food was one that hadcaused us some worry. As there were several cowson the farm, and our supply of condensed milk wasbecoming greatly reduced, it seemed most properand right that Bruno, from now on, should beserved with the real article for his diet. He ate hisfirst meal with much zest. I had prepared it mostcarefully, sweetening it with sugar and heating itto just the right temperature. Now as before heviewed the repast at first with some distrust. Butpresently his right front paw was brought into. THE BEAR MAKES A JOURNEY 67 service. Again he whirled from one end of thetrough to the other, and to the same accompani-ment of droning music the milk quickly disap-peared. When it was all gone, he seized the side ofhis wooden trough with his teeth and, growling andcomplaining, shook and. rattled it over the seemed still to be hungry and I served himagain, though where he could manage to stow awayso much milk, I could hardly see. Already hischubby body had taken on the shape of a full-blown football. But his appetite proved to begreater than his capacity, for just before he reachedthe bursting point, with the milk only half gone,he had had enough. Presently he toddled across the floor, climbedheavily into my lap, and went to sleep. But hewas nt comfortable. In a short time he com-menced to twitch. Evidently he was having a baddream. Perhaps all was not well inside. Soon hemoaned, then suddenly he woke up, looked
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