It is the great northern moose, a bull.

Perhaps he has wandered down from Canada, as they are rare here.

They are often quarrelsome, but the bull is going to take his rest, within the shelter of the windrow, and leave its other people at peace.

Now he has found a good place, and he will be quiet for the night." "Suppose you sleep a while, Tayoga.

You have done all the watching for a long time, and, as I'm fit and fine now, it's right for me to take up my share of the burden." "Very well, but do not fail to awaken me in about three hours.