They appreciated too well the fury of her mother wrath, the swiftness and deadliness of the stroke of her knife-edged forehooves.

They were not going to let their curiosity obscure their discretion, you may be sure, like some of the childish deer and antelope often do." "Why ?" interrupted the Child eagerly, being all at once consumingly anxious to know what the deer and antelope were curious about.

But Uncle Andy paid no attention whatever.
"Then, one morning," he continued, "two other moose cows came along up the lake shore, followed by their long-legged, shambling youngsters.
They stopped to discuss the condition of lily roots with their tall sister; but at the sight of her nursing and petting and mothering a _calf_--a baby of the cattle tribe whom they despised and hated for its subservience to man and for living tamely behind fences, they became quite disagreeable.

They sniffed loudly and superciliously.

The calf, however, looking very small and neat and bright in her clean coat of fawn color beside the gaunt, awkward moose babies, was not in the least afraid of the disagreeable strangers.