The ears and horns were undiscernible, and their color considerably lighter than that of the matured beasts.
"No sense of fear of man," said the life-student of animals.

"But they shrink from the dogs." In packing for the journey south, the captives were strapped on the sleds.

This circumstance necessitated a sacrifice of meat and wood, which brought grave, doubtful shakes of Rea's great head.
Days of hastening over the icy snow, with short hours for sleep and rest, passed before the hunters awoke to the consciousness that they were lost.

The meat they had packed had gone to feed themselves and the dogs.

Only a few sticks of wood were left.
"Better kill a calf, an' cook meat while we've got little wood left," suggested Rea.
"Kill one of my calves?
I'd starve first!" cried Jones.
The hungry giant said no more.
They headed southwest.