I'd as soon be struck with an axe." The moose, after some hesitation, rushed into the glade, leaped toward the fire, leaped back again, pawed and trampled the earth in a terrible convulsion of rage, and then sprang away, crashing through the forest.
They heard the beat of his hoofs a long time, and when the sound ceased they returned and resumed their seats by the fire.
"That moose was a great animal," said Tayoga with irony, "but his mind was the mind of a little child.

He did nothing with his strength and agility but tear the earth and tire himself.

Now he runs away among the trees, scratching his body with bushes and briars." "At any rate, he was an important visitor, Tayoga," said the hunter, "and since we've had a good look at him we're glad he's gone away.

I think it likely now that all who wanted to look at us have had their look, and we might go to sleep.

How are your leaves, Robert ?" "Fine and soft.