CHAPTER VIII 

 THE END OF THE TRAIL 



THE decision to send Bruno away having been 

 made, I immediately set about finding a suitable 

 place for him. Fortune favored me again, as it had 

 several times before in connection with the bear. 

 Within a week an ideal new home for Bruno had 

 been found. Not far from Belmont is situated one 

 of those large metropolitan reservations which has 

 helped to make Boston so famous for its beautiful 

 park system. Here, under the care of the Com- 

 monwealth, near the shore of Spot Pond, a small 

 Zoo is maintained. 



It so happened that, just at the time of my dif- 

 ference with Bruno, the bear of this collection died. 

 The roomy cage in which he had lived was equipped 

 with a bathing-pool ; its floor was of cement, and 

 there was a fine commodious den for winter use. 

 The director of the Zoo, who was delighted to have 

 a new tenant for his bear-house, received Bruno 

 with open arms. We had some difficulty, however, 

 with his transportation. 



The men came to get him in one of the park 

 wagons, and brought with them a large packing- 

 case, in one end of which was a sliding door. It was 

 Bruno's dinner-time, and I placed his food in the 



