248 TRUE BEAR STORIES.

ried over and made his acquaintance. He
ate a quart of milk soaked into as much
bread as it would hold, and enjoyed it
greatly. He chewed on my finger every
time I dipped it into sugared water without
biting.

I left him fast asleep. When I returned
in the afternoon he was walking from side
to side, shaking his head, and howling
most dolefully. The cry was much like that
of a child, only louder and more disagree-
able. He was hungry. I went to him and
I said, “Stop it.” At this he howled so it
made my head ache. I picked him up, and
with the aid of a shingle, I gave him a
spanking, just as you would a bad boy.
This stopped his howling, and then his mas-
ter came and fed him.

After this spanking it was very evident
that he did not care for my acquaintance.
He persistently refused to recognize me.
As I approached him his ears would go
back, and his fur would rise. He had de-
cided to cut my acquaintance.