112 WILD BROTHER 



friend or some animal to pose in front of my 

 camera. Into this room, during the winter, I often 

 invited Bruno and the dog. 



The bear never accepted these invitations with 

 any great show of pleasure. In fact, as I have al- 

 ready described, it was only by subtle strategy 

 and much persuasion that he could be induced to 

 leave the comforts of his own snug abode. When 

 the earth was white with snow, he refused absolute- 

 ly to take one step beyond the threshold until a path 

 was dug and the cold snow completely removed. 



Once within my studio, however, he enjoyed the 

 gentle heat of the place, with the warm sun shin- 

 ing down upon him through the glass roof overhead. 

 Back and forth, round and round, he galloped, 

 with Foxy chasing after him, his long claws click- 

 ing noisily on the hardwood floor. Growing tired 

 of this sport, he jumped into a chair to be away 

 from the dog, where he could have a rest. But 

 Foxy, wanting the game to continue, bit his paw 

 and tried to start him off again. 



One day, while I was in the studio striving to get 

 some photographs of the bear, there came an an- 

 nouncement from the house that dinner was served. 

 Not having time to take the bear back into his 

 cage, I closed the two sliding doors that separate 

 my room from the laundry, and left Bruno to look 

 after himself until my return. 



