44 WILD BROTHER ' 
so sick that it was necessary to put him again on 
his original diet. On April 4 she had nursed him for 
the last time. For more than a month now, stale 
bread and condensed milk diluted with water had 
been his daily fare. Perhaps the condensed milk 
helped to develop his sweet tooth, for he became 
very fond of sugar. He would often climb up on 
the table before the dishes had been cleared away 
and look about for a piece of cake, and put his nose 
down into all the tea-cups to see if by chance any 
sugar had been left in the bottom. One day he 
found a jam-bucket that had been left on the 
kitchen table. When they discovered him, most 
of the jam had disappeared. One glance at the 
cub’s round distended body told where the jam 
was secreted. 
“How much jam would he eat?” I asked Mrs. 
Weldon. 
“We never had enough to find out!” she an- 
swered. 
“Do these sweet things agree with him?” 
“No. Sometimes he gets an awful stomach- 
ache.” 
“What do you do then?” I inquired. 
“Oh, we give him Castoria, same as we do the 
baby, and he always comes round all right again.” 
Of all the foods that were sweet, honey was the 
most to Bruno’s liking — a taste which he had, 
