She soon, however, found that the short, sweet grasses of the forest glades were much more to her taste than any leaves or stringy twigs.

But the lily roots which her foster mother taught her to pull from the muddy lake bottom, as they wallowed luxuriously side by side in the cool water, defying flies and heat, suited her admirably.

The great black moose bulls--hornless at this season and fat and amiable as sheep--regarded her with a reserved curiosity; and the moose calves, the strangeness of her form and color once worn off, treated her with great respect.
Though she was so much smaller and lighter than they, her quickness on her feet and her extremely handy way of butting made her easily master of them all.

Even the supercilious young cow who had been so disagreeable to her at first grew indifferently friendly, and all was peace around the secluded little lake.
"Late one afternoon, however, when the shadows were getting long and black across the forest glades, the peace was momentarily broken.

The calf was pasturing in one of the glades, while her foster mother was wallowing and splashing down among the lilies.