MAY-TIME IN THE FOREST 51 
taking his body to his home down-river. 
Sometimes, when the wind blew strongly from 
the south and held the logs in a compact mass, 
blocking the mouth of the stream in the lower lake, 
all sluicing would have to be suspended. Then the 
men would busy themselves clearing convenient 
vantage-points from which I could take my photo- 
graphs. To Comrade they brought in bunches of 
delicate Mayflowers, and the sweet odor of the 
arbutus made fragrant the air of our camp. 
On Sundays, or when the work was slack, some 
of the crew often went over to Gordon’s camp, 
four miles through the woods, to see the bear and 
to watch his antics. Mrs Weldon never allowed 
them to plague Bruno. In fact, she had made a 
hard-and-fast rule that no one except the members 
of the family should lay their hands on the cub; 
and this law the men respected. 
Bruno had one little act that always pleased his 
audience. The children called it ‘‘rolypoly.” 
Close beside the camp ran a rippling forest brook. 
Ten feet above the water, at the top of the sloping 
mossy bank, stood the log cabins. Here in the 
afternoon sun, under the shelter of the buildings, 
the cub often came out to exercise and play. This 
particular attraction began with a short but rapid 
whirling dance. Shaking his head from side to side 
and sticking his upper lip out beyond the end of 
