the moose, who is most wary and watchful.

The moose threw up his head, gave a loud snort and blew his breath
through his nose with a whistling sound, then crashed off through the
forest. This fact led Black Bruin to surmise that he was afraid of
him, and nearly resulted in his undoing.

The following day, he discovered the broad-antlered stranger browsing
upon a small tree that was bent down under his foreleg. There were two
other tall, gaunt creatures, also feeding near, and two small animals
of the same kind. These were two cow-moose and their calves.
Altogether it was quite an imposing family party.

Black Bruin watched them curiously for a time, until finally the bull
scented him, and came charging through the bushes.

This both astonished and angered the bear, but seeing how large and
formidable the stranger was, and how fearlessly he came on, Black Bruin
sneaked away through the bushes into some very thick cover and bided
his time.

It came a few days later. He was poking under the dead leaves for
beechnuts, when he noticed the herd passing at a distance. The two
cows and the calves were apparently alone, and one of the calves was
straggling far behind the rest. For several days the blood-lust had
been strong upon Black Bruin, and here was his opportunity. So he
began stalking the calf warily. The wind was in his favor and in half
an hour he had worked around within striking distance.

He first peered all about to see that the bull was not in sight, and
then made a sudden rush upon the calf. But awkward as it looked, the
calf was agile, and nearly eluded him, merely receiving a raking blow
across the shoulder, where Black Bruin had intended to break its neck.
Terrified and stung with excruciating pain, it ran hither and thither,
bleating and making a great outcry.

But Black Bruin was not the hunter to let his prey get away if he could
help it, so he pursued the calf hotly and soon landed another blow that
stretched it upon the ground. He was so intent upon his own game, that
he did not notice the cyclone bearing down upon him.

Suddenly the broad-antlered monster was above him, striking with
terrible cutting hoofs, which ploughed deep furrows in his shaggy coat
and cut deeper gashes. Almost before he knew it, he had been knocked
down and was rapidly being trampled to death.

The only thing that protected him was his fat. He was so rotund and so
covered with thick layers of fat, that he slip