74 WILD BROTHER 
had hustled Bruno out of the kitchen into the 
pantry where, behind the sugar-barrel, he held his 
ground. The dog, having shown his authority and 
satisfied his peace of mind, retired to the door-mat 
out in the sun. 
Bruno alone in the closet, all danger past, began 
to investigate. To his keen nostrils the air was 
redolent with delectable odors of food — sweet and 
subtle smells, the like of which he had never 
dreamed of before: spices and cookies, doughnuts 
and cake. His lips quivered and his mouth wat- 
ered. The overpowering fragrance that filled the 
little room was fairly intoxicating. There was so 
much to choose from! Where should he begin? 
Quite near at hand was a scent that was old and 
dear to him, a smell that took him back to his 
cabin home in the woods. 
In a moment he had mounted a cracker-box, and 
reaching up to the top of the sugar-barrel, he looked 
within. Never before had he beheld so glorious a 
sight. “Linked sweetness long drawn out.” A 
world of sugar, and this world was his! Without a 
moment’s hesitation he fell headlong into the snowy 
whiteness down below. Here, only a few minutes 
later, fortunately, he was discovered. His speckled, 
frosted face and paws gave mute evidence that he 
had enjoyed to the utmost his hurried banquet in 
the barrel. 
