the young bull, from the tip of the left fore
shoulder.

Throughout the winter the young moose contentedly occupied the
cow-stable, with the two cows and the yoke of red oxen. He throve on
the fare Jabe provided for him--good meadow hay with armfuls of
"browse" cut from the birch, poplar and cherry thickets. Jabe trained
him to haul a pung, finding him slower to learn than a horse, but
making up for his dulness by his docility. He had to be driven with a
snaffle, refusing absolutely to admit a bit between his teeth; and,
with the best good-will in the world, he could never be taught to
allow for the pung or sled to which he was harnessed. If left alone
for a moment he would walk over fences with it, or through the most
tangled thickets, if thereby seemed the most direct way to reach Jabe;
and once, when Jabe, vaingloriously and at great speed, drove him in
to the Cross Roads, he smashed the vehicle to kindling-wood in the
amiable determination to follow his master into the Cross Roads store.
On this occasion also he made himself respected, but unpopular, by
killing, with one lightning stroke of a great fore hoof, a huge
mongrel mastiff belonging to the storekeeper. The mastiff had sprung
out at him wantonly, resenting his peculiar appearance. But the
storekeeper had been so aggrieved that Jabe had felt constrained to
mollify him with a five-dollar bill. He decided, therefore, that his
favourite's value was as a luxury, rather than a utility; and the
young bull was put no more to the practices of a horse. Jabe had
driven a bull moose in harness, and all the settlement could swear to
it. The glory was all his.

By early summer the young bull was a tremendous, long-legged,
high-shouldered beast, so big, so awkward, so friendly, and so sure
of everybody's good-will that everybody but Jabe was terribly afraid
of him. He had no conception of the purposes of a fence; and he could
not be taught that a garden was not meant for him to lie down in. As
the summer advanced, and the young bull's stature with it, Jabe Smith
began to realize that his favourite was an expensive and sometimes
embarrassing luxury. Nevertheless, when September brought budding
spikes of horns and a strange new restlessness to the stalwart
youngster, and the first full moon of October lured him one night away
from the farm on a quest which he could but blindly follow, Jabe was
inconsolable.

"He ain't no more'n a calf yet, big as he is!" fretted Jabe. "H