68 WILD BROTHER 
missed it, and set his teeth in the bottom of my 
trouser-leg. There was good material in that cloth, 
and, though he shook it savagely, it held firm. 
From a point of safety in the background, Mrs. 
Underwood pulled his tail, and my clothing was 
saved. 
Right here we learned a most valuable method 
of diverting Bruno’s mind when for a moment an 
attack of brain-storm chanced to be upon him. 
His tail, though very small and insignificant, 
seemed to be the most sensitive and vulnerable 
point of his anatomy. If he were in mischief, touch 
his tail and immediately he was on his good be- 
havior. If he were asleep, touch his tail — he was 
wide-awake and in action in a second. In fact, 
this posterior appendage seemed to serve him as 
an electric bell or signal, which had connections 
with all his various activities. Whenever it was 
touched, it called for immediate action. You 
pressed the button and he did the rest. 
Since we had no medicine for colic in camp, 
nature had to take its course. Gradually the pain 
wore off, and Bruno was himself again. One experi- 
ment with cow’s milk was enough, and IJ sent at 
once to the railroad and telegraphed to Boston 
for a case of condensed milk. 
The bear was a born investigator. He wanted 
to know the why and wherefore of everything. He 
