Ah! there she comes," he added, as the agitated bellowing of a doe sounded from further back in the woods.

The two cries answered each other at intervals for a couple of minutes, rapidly nearing.

And then they were silent.
The Child heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm so glad he found his mother again!" he murmured.

"It must be terrible to be lost in the woods--to be _quite_ alone, and not know, when you cried, whether it would be your mother or a bear that would come running to you from under the black trees!" "I agree with you," said Uncle Andy, with unwonted heartiness.

It was not too often that he was able to agree completely with the Child's suggestions in regard to the affairs of the wild.