AT GORDON'S CAMP 31 



tape showed eight and three quarters inches, and 

 he weighed just two pounds not a great weight for 

 a month-old baby of a two-hundred-pound mother. 



When I put my ringer in his mouth he began to 

 whine and to suck at it, and I could feel several 

 small sharp teeth that were pricking up through 

 the gums. He was hungry and wanted his food. 

 It was nearly noon and baby sister was having her 

 lunch. 



"Why can't Bruno have some, too ?" said one of 

 the boys. 



I had previously asked Mrs. Weldon if I could 

 take a picture of the cub when he was feeding. I 

 explained that no one would believe my story un- 

 less I could show proof of it. Very readily the good 

 woman consented to my request. She was per- 

 fectly willing that I should show her picture. She 

 merely asked that her name should be withheld. 

 To this I gladly consented, and I further assured 

 her that, for her better protection, all pictures of 

 her, as well as those of the bear, would be copy- 

 righted. 



The faint light of the cabin was not sufficient 

 for quick photography, and an instantaneous ex- 

 posure would be necessary to secure good results. 

 I saw that I should have to use a flashlight, and 

 so I set my camera on a tripod, loaded the flash- 

 gun, and stood ready to fire. 



