The vigour of the growth of this forest, untrampled by cattle, struck Olenin at every turn, for he had never seen anything like it.

This forest, the danger, the old man and his mysterious whispering, Maryanka with her virile upright bearing, and the mountains--all this seemed to him like a dream.
'A pheasant has settled,' whispered the old man, looking round and pulling his cap over his face--'Cover your mug! A pheasant!' he waved his arm angrily at Olenin and pushed forward almost on all fours.

'He don't like a man's mug.' Olenin was still behind him when the old man stopped and began examining a tree.

A cock-pheasant on the tree clucked at the dog that was barking at it, and Olenin saw the pheasant; but at that moment a report, as of a cannon, came from Eroshka's enormous gun, the bird fluttered up and, losing some feathers, fell to the ground.

Coming up to the old man Olenin disturbed another, and raising his gun he aimed and fired.