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The bear was now getting so large that it seemed 

 best to have him a little more under restraint. 

 By this time he had grown enough to fit the collar 

 that in his infant days I had bought for his use. 

 He made no objection to wearing it, but he did 

 object most strenuously when I tried to lead him 

 about by a long rawhide strap. All went well 

 when he wanted to go in the same direction that I 

 did, or when he led the way and I followed after. 

 If he did not care to follow me, he simply dropped 

 on the ground and would not budge. If I pulled 

 on the strap, he rolled and tumbled, cursed and 

 swore, and bit and scratched at the rawhide. 



The only way to move Bruno now was to " press 

 the button " to touch that vital spot, his tail. 

 This never failed to start him off on another tack. 

 Through this stratagem, supplemented occasionally 

 by the judicious use of a small riding-whip, to- 

 gether with an unlimited amount of patience, I 

 finally managed to train him to the leash. 



About this time Foxy gave us somewhat of a 

 surprise. She became the proud mother of eleven 

 nondescript puppies all doing well, with mother 

 as bright and cheerful as if she had not a care in 

 the world. When the youngsters grew old enough 

 to walk about, they all went to call on the bear. 



Bruno's attitude toward the children of his 

 friend was very kindly, and the little fellows were 



