It was not in the least like a catamount.

In short, it was, as the reader may have guessed, a wolverene, or glutton, an animal rarely seen in Maine even by the early settlers, for its habitat is much farther north.
As Tom and I stood looking the creature over, my cousin Theodora appeared, coming from the old Squire's to make inquiries for me.

They had missed me and were uneasy about me.
During the day every boy in the neighborhood came to see the animal, and many of the older people, too.

In fact, several people came from a considerable distance to look at the beast.

The "glory" was Tom's for making so good a shot in the night, yet, in a way, I shared it with him.
"Don't you ever say a word about our running from the sleigh," Tom cautioned me many times that day, and added that he would never have run except for my bad example.
I was obliged to put up in silence with that reflection on my bravery..