BRUNO MUST DEPART 117 
The bear was now getting so large that it seemed 
best to have him a little more under restraint. 
By this time he had grown enough to fit the collar 
that in his infant days I had bought for his use. 
He made no objection to wearing it, but he did 
object most strenuously when I tried to lead him 
about by a long rawhide strap. All went well 
when he wanted to go in the same direction that I 
did, or when he led the way and I followed after. 
If he did not care to follow me, he simply dropped 
on the ground and would not budge. If I pulled 
on the strap, he rolled and tumbled, cursed and 
swore, and bit and scratched at the rawhide. 
The only way to move Bruno now was to “press 
the button”? — to touch that vital spot, his tail. 
This never failed to start him off on another tack. 
Through this stratagem, supplemented occasionally 
by the judicious use of a small riding-whip, to- 
gether with an unlimited amount of patience, I 
finally managed to train him to the leash. 
About this time Foxy gave us somewhat of a 
surprise. She became the proud mother of eleven 
nondescript puppies — all doing well, with mother 
as bright and cheerful as if she had not a care in 
the world. When the youngsters grew old enough 
to walk about, they all went to call on the bear. 
Bruno’s attitude toward the children of his 
friend was very kindly, and the little fellows were 
