CHAPTER VII 
BRUNO MUST DEPART 
In the spring, when Bruno was a little more than 
a year old, I taught him a few simple tricks. He 
learned very quickly. At my command he would 
roll over, sit up, lie down, or stand on his hind- 
legs. I taught him these accomplishments through 
a series of rewards. When he obeyed an order, I 
gave him a fig. It was astonishing to see how soon 
he came to understand what I wanted. In fifteen 
minutes I taught him to roll over. At the command 
I turned him over with my hand, then gave him 
the fig. After a few demonstrations of this kind, 
he rolled over without my touching him. 
As Bruno grew older, he became less particular 
about the manner in which his food was served. 
He was very gentle now when I fed him from my 
hand, and never grabbed for anything. I could 
even hold a grape or a raisin lightly between my 
lips and, with perfect safety, allow him to take it 
from me. 
Bruno was in fine condition that spring. He 
developed a fondness for climbing, and could cling 
to a tree-trunk like a squirrel. No trees were too 
large for his ascent. He liked to climb out on the 
smaller limbs and swing and teeter up and down 
