The lad rushed toward it a few steps, shouting; it stared unmoved.

But Rolf was moved, and he retreated to the cabin.

Then remembering the potency of fire he started a blaze on the hearth.

The thick smoke curled up on the still air, hung low, made swishes through the grove, until a faint air current took a wreath of it to the moose.
The great nostrils drank in a draught that conveyed terror to the creature's soul, and wheeling it started at its best pace to the distant swamp, to be seen no more.
Five times, during these four days, did deer come by and behave as though they knew perfectly well that this young human was harmless, entirely without the power of the far-killing mystery.
How intensely Rolf wished for a gun.

How vividly came back the scene in the trader's store,--when last month he had been offered a beautiful rifle for twenty-five dollars, to be paid for in fur next spring, and savagely he blamed himself for not realizing what a chance it was.