CHAPTER VIII 
THE END OF THE TRAIL 
THE decision to send Bruno away having been 
made, I immediately set about finding a suitable 
place for him. Fortune favored me again, as it had 
several times before in connection with the bear. 
Within a week an ideal new home for Bruno had 
been found. Not far from Belmont is situated one 
of those large metropolitan reservations which has 
helped to make Boston so famous for its beautiful 
park system. Here, under the care of the Com- 
monwealth, near the shore of Spot Pond, a small 
Zoo is maintained. 
It so happened that, just at the time of my dif- 
ference with Bruno, the bear of this collection died. 
The roomy cage in which he had lived was equipped 
with a bathing-pool; its floor was of cement, and 
there was a fine commodious den for winter use. 
The director of the Zoo, who was delighted to have 
a new tenant for his bear-house, received Bruno 
with open arms. We had some difficulty, however, 
with his transportation.. 
The men came to get him in one of the park 
wagons, and brought with them a large packing- 
case, in one end of which was a sliding door. It was 
Bruno’s dinner-time, and I placed his food in the 
