72 WILD BROTHER 
of the tripod, looking for the bulb, and had just 
discovered it when I appeared. With another cam- 
era focused upon him, I shouted abruptly, to stop 
him ; and in the picture that I took, his expression 
indicates that he is alert for any emergency — to 
turn and run, or stand and dodge a boot or boot- 
jack or anything that might come his way. 
When we went to the farmhouse to get our 
meals, Bruno generally followed along behind, 
although he usually encountered adversity in the 
form of a brown spaniel that lived on the farm and 
that loved to plague him. The pathway was lined 
by a row of hardwood trees planted at regular 
intervals. From behind one of these the dog would 
sometimes rush out, and the cub, yapping and 
snorting with fright, would gallop to a place of 
safety and, like a cat, shuffle up the next tree in 
line. After this trick had been played upon him 
several times, Bruno took no further chances, but 
climbed each tree in the row as he came to it. 
From a point of safety some ten feet above the 
ground, he looked for his enemy, then darted on to 
the next haven when the coast was clear. 
While we were in the dining-room Bruno spent 
most of his time playing with the children in the 
kitchen and the woodshed. Here occasionally he 
fell in with his enemy the dog. Brownie, the span- 
iel, had no desire to hurt the cub; he wanted only 
