100 WILD BROTHER 
straint so completely upset the bear’s calculations 
that he lost his head, dropped the ball, and mad 
with rage and chagrin, began to bite his paw. 
Foxy immediately pounced upon the oval, and 
rolled it out of reach. 
Sometimes the dog was caught with the ball. 
Hidden now from sight beneath the black fur of 
the bear, she kicked and squirmed and tried to get 
away, but strong arms held her fast until she lost 
her temper and began to bite; then she was re- 
leased. 
Strangely enough, in all their rough-and-tumble 
play the bear never tried to hurt the dog. Foxy 
might pull his tail or bite his ear, but he never 
punished her for it. He might make it interesting 
for someone else, however, if someone happened 
to be in the immediate vicinity. One day Foxy 
wanted a share of the bear’s dinner, and several 
times Bruno mildly pushed her aside when she 
tried to get it. Suddenly, in exasperation, she took 
him by the ear, and jerking and tugging upon it, 
tried to pull him away. In a towering rage he 
shook himself clear, and making a straight dash 
for me, caught me by the slack of my lower gar- 
ment and held on until the cloth gave way. 
Early in December, as the days grew colder, 
Bruno began to spend more of his time in his den; 
on a chilly morning he seldom made his appearance 
