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stable-keeper, a loquacious individual, was in his 
zlement: at regular intervals he retailed the story 
of the bear’s upbringing, and between times he 
suggested to me that an admittance fee ought to 
be charged — in that way I could get enough cash 
to pay for our board and lodging! 
I was a little worried about Bruno’s food. Mrs. 
Weldon had warned me that he was particular 
about his meals. It seemed that, since he had been 
weaned, he had always fed from a little wooden 
trough that they had hollowed out from a small 
tree. He was insistent about this. He wanted 
2verything primitive and simple. Cups, saucers, 
or bowls he refused to countenance. Knowing his 
eculiarities on this subject, I had brought some 
condensed milk and the trough along with me. 
Diluting the milk with warm water and adding 
some bread, I now offered Bruno his supper. 
We had a large guest-list at the banquet. A solid 
-ow of heads and shoulders lined the top of the en- 
closure. Suddenly a shout of surprise and delight 
arose from the audience. Gingerly the bear had 
sidled up to the trough. He seemed suspicious 
about something. He put his nose down and gave a 
sniff. Then, “Whoof,’ he said, and up went his 
saw and slam, rattlety-bang, over and over, went the 
‘rough, and away went the milk over the floor. The 
crowd laughed, yelled with joy, and made remarks. 
