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Bruno crept up to her, and affectionately putting 

 his forepaws up on her shoulder, placed his soft 

 little muzzle against her cheek, making, as he did 

 so, a curious pathetic murmuring sound, as if to 

 comfort his sister in her hour of trouble. 



Good-byes were said, and the cub was put in 

 the packing-case. The cook, with a solemn face, 

 came out to take a farewell look at him. Mrs. 

 Weldon, too, came forward from the door, but she 

 never reached the wagon. With tears in her eyes, 

 she turned about and disappeared within the 

 cabin. 



Comrade and I felt like kidnapers as we drove 

 out of the clearing into the rough lumber road, but 

 our attention was quickly called to other matters, 

 for serious trouble immediately developed in the 

 packing-case. Bruno had never been shut up in 

 this way before, and he did not intend to submit to 

 his imprisonment without a vigorous protest. 

 Right away he began to howl and rush about. Our 

 wagon jounced into a hole, and the cub rolled over 

 and over into a corner of the box. Immediately he 

 lost his temper and commenced to growl and snarl^ 

 making a guttural noise for all the world like a 

 drunken sailor cursing the universe. One of our 

 wheels bumped over a rock, and Bruno shot like a 

 rocket to the other end of his cage. Wild with rage, 

 he began to bite his paw. This particular paw gave 



