74 WILD BROTHER 



had hustled Bruno out of the kitchen into the 

 pantry where, behind the sugar-barrel, he held his 

 ground. The dog, having shown his authority and 

 satisfied his peace of mind, retired to the door-mat 

 out in the sun. 



Bruno alone in the closet, all danger past, began 

 to investigate. To his keen nostrils the air was 

 redolent with delectable odors of food sweet and 

 subtle smells, the like of which he had never 

 dreamed of before : spices and cookies, doughnuts 

 and cake. His lips quivered and his mouth wat- 

 ered. The overpowering fragrance that filled the 

 little room was fairly intoxicating. There was so 

 much to choose from ! Where should he begin ? 

 Quite near at hand was a scent that was old and 

 dear to him, a smell that took him back to his 

 cabin home in the woods. 



In a moment he had mounted a cracker-box, and 

 reaching up to the top of the sugar-barrel, he looked 

 within. Never before had he beheld so glorious a 

 sight. "Linked sweetness long drawn out." A 

 world of sugar, and this world was his ! Without a 

 moment's hesitation he fell headlong into the snowy 

 whiteness down below. Here, only a few minutes 

 later, fortunately, he was discovered. His speckled, 

 frosted face and paws gave mute evidence that he 

 had enjoyed to the utmost his hurried banquet in 

 the barrel. 



