AT GORDON’S CAMP 29 
uary 23, for of course the snow had been cleared 
away in order to get the bear out. It looked like a 
comfortable place down inside—a round cave 
like a bowl, with a soft ten-inch bed of dry birch 
and maple leaves, mixed with a few pine-needles, 
covering the floor. Beneath this dry bedding were 
two or three inches of damp mouldy vegetation, 
showing that this winter home had been used for 
several seasons. With the exception of one small 
birch tree just behind the dead pine, there were no 
other hardwood trees in sight that could have fur- 
nished the material for the nest. Bruno’s mother 
must have brought her bedding from quite a dis- 
tance. 
The cook stood close beside the open doorway, 
and I took my first picture. That it was intensely 
cold that morning can be seen by the white frost 
that covers his beard and moustache. The photo- 
graph was taken from the logging road. In order 
to clear the way for this road, a number of trees 
had been felled within a few feet of the den — ap- 
parently without in the least disturbing the hiber- 
nating bear. The newly cut end of a cedar stick 
can be seen just to the right, above the entrance. 
As we walked back to camp, the cook told me 
that as yet his baby girl had not been named. His 
wife wanted to get a suitable name, something 
that would suggest to her daughter when she grew 
