As he came to this conclusion, the indignant moose came to shore.

Whereupon, he wheeled with a grunt and made off, just a little faster, perhaps, than was _quite_ consistent with his dignity, into the darkness of the fir thickets.

The moose, with the coarse hair standing up stiffly along her neck, shook herself and stood glaring after him.
"Through the summer and autumn the calf found it altogether delightful being a moose.

As the cold began to bite her hair began to thicken up a protection against it; but, nevertheless, with her thin, delicate skin she felt it painfully.

After the first heavy snowfall she had a lot of trouble to get food, having to paw down through the snow for every mouthful of withered grass.