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Bruno crept up to her, and affectionately putting 
his forepaws up on her shoulder, placed his soft 
little muzzle against her cheek, making, as he did 
so, a curious pathetic murmuring sound, as if to 
comfort his sister in her hour of trouble. 
Good-byes were said, and the cub was put in 
the packing-case. The cook, with a solemn face, 
came out to take a farewell look at him. Mrs. 
Weldon, too, came forward from the door, but she 
never reached the wagon. With tears in her eyes, 
she turned about and disappeared within the 
cabin. 
Comrade and I felt like kidnapers as we drove 
out of the clearing into the rough lumber road, but 
our attention was quickly called to other matters, 
for serious trouble immediately developed in the 
packing-case. Bruno had never been shut up in 
this way before, and he did not intend to submit to 
his imprisonment without a vigorous protest. 
Right away he began to howl and rush about. Our 
wagon jounced into a hole, and the cub rolled over 
and over into a corner of the box. Immediately he 
lost his temper and commenced to growl and snarl, 
making a guttural noise for all the world like a 
drunken sailor cursing the universe. One of our 
wheels bumped over a rock, and Bruno shot like a 
rocket to the other end of his cage. Wild with rage, 
he began to bite his paw. This particular paw gave 
