AT GORDON’S CAMP 31 
tape showed eight and three quarters inches, and 
he weighed just two pounds— nota great weight for 
a month-old baby of a two-hundred-pound mother. 
When I put my finger in his mouth he began to 
whine and to suck at it, and I could feel several 
small sharp teeth that were pricking up through 
the gums. He was hungry and wanted his food. 
. It was nearly noon and baby sister was having her 
lunch. 
“Why can’t Bruno have some, too?” said one of 
the boys. 
I had previously asked Mrs. Weldon if I could 
take a picture of the cub when he was feeding. I 
explained that no one would believe my story un- 
less I could show proof of it. Very readily the good 
woman consented to my request. She was per- 
fectly willing that I should show her picture. She 
merely asked that her name should be withheld. 
To this I gladly consented, and I further assured 
her that, for her better protection, all pictures of 
her, as well as those of the bear, would be copy- 
righted. . 
The faint. light of the cabin was not sufficient 
for quick photography, and an instantaneous ex- 
posure would be necessary to secure good results.. 
I saw that I should have to use a flashlight, and 
so I set my camera on a tripod, loaded the flash- 
gun, and stood ready to fire. 
