THE BEAR MAKES A JOURNEY 79 
“That funny bear,” Joe whispered to me. “All 
time he walk on front legs. You notice it?” 
Yes, on further examination there did seem to 
be a great similarity in all those footprints. Joe 
was laughing now. “I guess no use set trap.” 
Then, giving me a nudge, he continued, “Those 
bear’s paws I found him yes’day. You know it. I 
use um early this morning. Don’t say a word.” 
It was a good joke, and the squire appreciated 
it as much as anyone when finally I told him how 
Joe had found and used the dead bear’s paws. 
All too swiftly our outing days flew by, and the 
time soon came when we must return to city ways 
again —a necessity that meant for Bruno a final 
farewell to his native woods and the beginning of 
a new and interesting life. 
