THE BEAR MAKES A JOURNEY 57 
over the woodpile and scattering the kindling all 
about. 
As he had increased in size and strength, Mrs. 
Weldon felt a little anxious about letting him sleep 
with Ursula, unless she were close at hand to watch 
them. In order to keep him away from the cradle, 
they had put a lattice-gate in the doorway between 
the kitchen and the bedroom. This did not keep 
Bruno out, however, for he soon learned to climb 
over it. Pulling himself up hand over hand like a 
monkey, he would gain the top, then, huddled into 
a furry bundle, he would drop awkwardly, often 
bottom-side-up, to the floor. Whining as he un- 
curled himself, he would waddle across the room, 
his long little toe-nails clicking as he ran, and 
jumping into the cradle, would soon be sound 
asleep, nestled close to the baby. 
From what Mrs. Weldon had written me, I had 
expected that Bruno would be much larger than I 
now found him. He was nearly five months old, 
yet he weighed only eleven and a half pounds. 
From her letters I had inferred that he would 
be fully twice his present size. On the lumber 
wagon I had brought a large dry-goods box about 
the size of a piano case. I had also bought a collar 
for the cub — one that would be about right for 
an ordinary setter dog. Both these articles were 
misfits. The collar was so large that Bruno could 
