There was a pine-tree growing near the oak, and, mounting into this, I found that with a long stick which Mr.Larramie handed me I could just reach the bear.

"Go down!" I said, tapping him on the haunches, but he did not move.
"Can't you speak to him in Italian ?" said Genevieve.

"Tame bears know Italian.

Doesn't anybody know the Italian for 'Come down out of a tree ?'" But such knowledge was absent from the party.
"Try him in Latin," cried Percy.

"That must be a good deal like Italian, anyway." To this suggestion Mr.Larramie made no answer; he had left college before any of the party present had been born; Mr.Walter looked a little confused; he had graduated several years before, and his classics were rusty.