"His mate is round here, too." "Willis," I almost shouted, "they must be the oxen Jotham lost two years ago!" "Sure!" said Willis.

"But don't make such a noise.

There are moose here." "Moose!" I whispered.
"There's a cow moose with two moose calves.

When I was here last Thursday afternoon there were three deer with them.

The snow's got so deep they are yarding here together.