It stood ten feet high, and must have been a sight to look at when it was a living bird.
It was a kicker, like the ostrich; in fight it did not use its beak, but its foot.

It must have been a convincing kind of kick.

If a person had his back to the bird and did not see who it was that did it, he would think he had been kicked by a wind-mill.
There must have been a sufficiency of moas in the old forgotten days when his breed walked the earth.

His bones are found in vast masses, all crammed together in huge graves.

They are not in caves, but in the ground.