Even Jean is a little oppressed by it.

See how closely he keeps to us.

I love it, because I love everything that is wild.

Listen! Did you hear that ?" "Mooswa," spoke Jean out of the gloom close to them.
"Yes, a moose," she said.

"Here is where I saw my first moose, so many years ago that it is time for me to forget," she laughed softly.