And the mother came up from the brook at a run.
And they met in a little open spot, about fifty feet from where the foolish calf stood, bawling under her bush.

She stopped bawling and stood staring when she saw the bear and her mother meet.
"The bear was a big one, very hungry, and savage at the slightest hint that his meal, right there in sight, was going to be interfered with.
The mother was a little fawn-colored Jersey cow, with short, sharp horns pointing straight forward, and game to the last inch of her trim make-up.

Her fury, at sight of that black hulk approaching her foolish young one, was nothing short of a madness.

But it was not a blind madness.

She knew what she was doing, and was not going to let rage lose her a single point in the game of life and death.
"In spite of her disadvantage in being down the slope and so having to charge straight uphill, she hurled herself at the enemy with a ferocity that rather took him aback.