In this valley the moose carcass lay, well at the upper end.
In moccasined feet I trod softly through the soundless woods.

Under the dark branches it was already dusk, and the air had the cool chill of evening.

As I neared the clump where the body lay, I walked with redoubled caution, watching and listening with strained alertness.

Then I heard a twig snap; and my blood leaped, for I knew the bear was at his supper.

In another moment I saw his shaggy, brown form.