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taking his body to his home down-river. 



Sometimes, when the wind blew strongly from 

 the south and held the logs in a compact mass, 

 blocking the mouth of the stream in the lower lake, 

 all sluicing would have to be suspended. Then the 

 men would busy themselves clearing convenient 

 vantage-points from which I could take my photo- 

 graphs. To Comrade they brought in bunches of 

 delicate Mayflowers, and the sweet odor of the 

 arbutus made fragrant the air of our camp. 



On Sundays, or when the work was slack, some 

 of the crew often went over to Gordon's camp, 

 four miles through the woods, to see the bear and 

 to watch his antics. Mrs. Weldon never allowed 

 them to plague Bruno. In fact, she had made a 

 hard-and-fast rule that no one except the members 

 of the family should lay their hands on the cub ; 

 and this law the men respected. 



Bruno had one little act that always pleased his 

 audience. The children called it "rolypoly." 

 Close beside the camp ran a rippling forest brook. 

 Ten feet above the water, at the top of the sloping 

 mossy bank, stood the log cabins. Here in the 

 afternoon sun, under the shelter of the buildings, 

 the cub often came out to exercise and play. This 

 particular attraction began with a short but rapid 

 whirling dance. Shaking his head from side to side 

 and sticking his upper lip out beyond the end of 



