It made a frightful noise, erecting its quills so boldly, that the wounded animals howled with pain after every attempt to seize it.

As we were looking at them Jack drew a pistol from his belt, and discharged it directly into the head of the porcupine, which fell dead.
Jack was very proud of his feat, and Fritz, not a little jealous, suggested that such a little boy should not be trusted with pistols, as he might have shot one of the dogs, or even one of us.

I forbade any envy or jealousy among the brothers, and declared that all did well who acted for the public good.

Mamma was now summoned to see the curious animal her son's valour had destroyed.

Her first thought was to dress the wounds made by the quills which had stuck in the noses of the dogs during their attack.