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inspection, investigating every nook and corner, 
sniffing and snuffing as he walked about. He went 
half-way into the den, and then backed out. He 
put one paw very cautiously into the water of the 
pool, withdrew it, and shook it dry. On the whole, 
his new abode seemed to suit him very well. 
With feelings of both relief and regret I said 
good-bye to my pet. The problem was solved, 
and I had no further occasion to worry about the 
bear. A happy future was assured for him; amid 
pleasant surroundings his life would be passed in 
comfort. 
Bruno was not one of those restless caged ani- 
mals that forever pace pathetically to and fro in 
their place of confinement. His had always been a 
life of considerable restriction, and he had become 
accustomed to it. As long as there were people 
about and his meals came regularly, he would be 
conterited. 
As the Zoo was only a short distance from my 
home, it was easy for me to drop in now and then 
and call upon my old friend. For years Bruno 
never failed to recognize me, and always seemed 
glad when I came. He would run to the end of the 
cage, put out his paw between the bars, and touch 
my arm in greeting. When Bruno was full-grown 
he was an enormous bear; standing on his hind- 
legs, with head erect, he measured a little over six 
