Then they haven't the fright and suffering of the chase." "I don't see why they need to be killed at all," said Mrs.Wood.

"If I knew that forest back of the mountains was full of wild creatures, I think I'd be glad of it, and not want to hunt them, that is, if they were harmless and beautiful creatures like the deer." "You're a woman," said Mr.Wood, "and women are more merciful than men.
Men want to kill and slay.

They're like the Englishman, who said: 'What a fine day it is; let's go out and kill something.'" "Please tell us some more about the dogs that helped you catch the moose, uncle," said Miss Laura, I was sitting up very straight beside her, listening to every word Mr.Wood said, and she was fondling my head.
"Well, Laura, when we camped out on the snow and slept on spruce boughs while we were after the moose, the dogs used to be a great comfort to us.

They slept at our feet and kept us warm.

Poor brutes, they mostly had a rough time of it.