Don't you hear a tread approaching, Tayoga ?" "Yes, Great Bear, and it's very heavy.

A lord of the forest is coming." "A moose, think you, Tayoga ?" "Yes, Great Bear, a mighty bull, one far beyond the common size.

I can tell by his tread, and I think he is angry, or he would not march so boldly toward the fire." "Then," said the hunter, "we'd better stand up, and be ready with our weapons.

I've no wish to be trodden to death by a mad bull moose, just when I'm feeling so happy and so contented with the world." "The Great Bear's advice is good," said Tayoga, and the three took it.
The approaching tread grew heavier, and the largest moose that Robert had ever seen, pushing his way through the bushes, stood looking at the fire, and those who had built it.

He was a truly magnificent specimen, and Tayoga had been right in calling him a lord of the forest, but his eyes were red and inflamed and his look was menacing.
"Mad! Quite mad!" whispered the hunter.