MAY-TIME IN THE FOREST 47 
But now there came a discord in the forest sym- 
phony. The whining tone of some small animal in 
trouble broke in upon the harmony of the woodland 
orchestra. From down below came a rustle of dried 
leaves and the sound of pattering feet drawing 
nearer. 
Mrs. Weldon rose and, looking down the hill, 
saw her Bruno trudging up the trail. With his 
nose close to the ground, panting and crying in 
distress, he was wandering back and forth, fol- 
lowing her footsteps. When at last he came upon 
her, he wriggled and wobbled in a frenzy of joy. 
Back and forth for more than half a mile he had 
scented and followed her track. 
Several times later the cub followed her into the 
woods in the same way. On one occasion, she went 
a long distance from the camp, to gather fiddle- 
head ferns, the tender fronds of which, just as they 
are uncurling, make delicious greens for the dinner- 
table. When she returned, after several hours, 
Bruno was missing and could not be found. The 
lumbermen stopped their work to hunt for him. 
They scoured the woods in every direction; and 
at last they heard his whimpering, and presently 
saw him coming. 
Standing aside quietly, they watched him. He 
was visiting every spot where Mrs. Weldon had 
picked the ferns. They called to him. He paid no 
