62 WILD BROTHER 



"He don't want any plain grub like that, mister. 

 Give him an oyster stew !" 



"Say, boss, what he needs is beefsteak and 

 onions, with French fried potatoes on the side. 

 He ain't any ordinary no-count bear. I kin tell by 

 his shape. He's a high liver. Say, I bet yer, he'd 

 tackle a mince pie real strong." 



Meanwhile Bruno had gone into a tantrum. Off 

 in the corner he was growling and grumbling and 

 biting his paw. I was embarrassed and humiliated, 

 and much perplexed to know what to do. 



The spectators seemed rather to enjoy my dis- 

 comfort. Luckily I had a number of cans of milk 

 with me, and after the cub's rage had subsided 

 somewhat, I prepared another supper and filled the 

 trough again, this time using less water and adding 

 much more of the sweetened milk. I then placed 

 the food in the centre of the stall, stepped back to 

 avoid another milk-shower, and awaited results. 



A hush of expectancy came over the crowd. I 

 could hear the hens fussing about in the yard. 

 Barn swallows were flying in and out through the 

 big open door, twittering and calling to one an- 

 other, as if a little perplexed at this unusual gather- 

 ing in their sanctuary. Again the cub, with much 

 caution, stealthily approached his supper. His eyes 

 rolled about and his upper lip protruded and 

 wagged from side to side in a curious and gro- 



