Fish, in open pools, were not too quick for him; nor were beaver, mending their dams, too wary.

He killed to eat, not from wantonness; but he preferred to eat what he killed himself.

So a lurking humor ran through his deeds, and it was his delight to steal upon the squirrels, and, when he all but had them, to let them go, chattering in mortal fear to the treetops.
As the fall of the year came on, the moose appeared in greater abundance, moving slowly down to meet the winter in the lower and less rigorous valleys.

Buck had already dragged down a stray part-grown calf; but he wished strongly for larger and more formidable quarry, and he came upon it one day on the divide at the head of the creek.

A band of twenty moose had crossed over from the land of streams and timber, and chief among them was a great bull.