THE BEAR MAKES A JOURNEY 6.3 



tesque way. There surely would be serious trouble 

 this time if everything was not all right. 



"Look out, mister !" yelled one of the onlookers. 

 "Git out yer umbrella; it's clouding up. There's 

 going to be another shower." 



But as Bruno sniffed again at the mixture, a 

 tranquil expression came over his countenance. 

 Another smell, and into the trough went his right 

 paw. Was he going to upset it ? No, down went 

 his nose, up to his eyes in the milk. With his lips 

 pressed tightly against his paw, he began to feed, 

 making a curious sucking humming noise, like the 

 drone of a small electric motor. The concoction 

 seemed to please him. 



"Say, he's a regular suction-pump now he's 

 got a goin'," volunteered one of the spectators. 

 "Watch him swell up, will yer." 



"Stan' back, stan' back!" warned a little old 

 man with a gray whisker-tuft on the point of his 

 chin. 



" Shut yer noise," laughed the hostler. "He ain't 

 goin' to bust. There's no danger, ladies. He's just 

 takin' a rest." 



Suddenly Bruno pulled his head out, licked his 

 chops for a moment, then wheeled rapidly round 

 to the other end of the trough, and again sucking 

 his right paw with the same musical purring ac- 

 companiment, finished his supper. 



