But its legs were much too short for such a depth of snow, and before it had gone fifty yards it was quite used up.

It stopped, floundered on another couple of yards, and then lay down quite helplessly.

The two men hurried up.

It turned upon them a pair of large, melting, velvet eyes--frightened, indeed, but not with that hopeless, desperate terror that comes to the eyes of the wild creatures when they are trapped.
"'Well, I'll be jiggered if that ain't old Blossom's calf that we made sure the bear had carried off!' cried the farmer, striding up and gently patting the calf's ribs.

'My, but you're poor!' he went on.
'They hain't used yer right out here in the woods, have they?
I reckon ye'll be a sight happier back home in the old barn.'" Uncle Andy knocked the ashes out of his pipe and stuck it back in his pocket.
"That's all!" said he, seeing that the Child still looked expectant.
"But," protested the Child, "I want to know--" "Now, you know very well all the rest," said Uncle Andy.