BRUNO IN BELMONT IOI 
before eleven o’clock. Several wheelbarrow loads 
of dry leaves, which were put into his cage, he 
promptly took beneath the ground for bedding. 
The entrance to his subway he always kept closed, 
using part of his leaves for this purpose. 
My bear never really denned up, or hibernated, 
as is the custom of wild bears at this season. 
Only when it was very cold for several days, with 
the thermometer standing well below the freezing- 
point, did he stay down below for any length of 
time. These periods of hibernation seldom ex- 
tended more than a week. During these times of 
seclusion it seemed impossible, however, to awaken 
the bear, even though I called loudly to him with 
my mouth close to the entrance of his retreat, and 
rattled a spoon against his feeding-dish, making an 
alluring sound that formerly had brought him out 
quickly enough. 
On a cold day, when Bruno lay in a stupor in his 
bedroom down below, a naturalist who was a 
friend of mine came to see him. He had made a 
long journey for this purpose, and I was loath to 
disappoint him, but there seemed to be no way to 
get the bear in sight. Though I called and shouted, 
there was no response. 
It was Foxy who solved the problem and saved 
the day for me. She had entered the cage and stood 
wagging her tail, with her head in the tunnel, 
