54 THE MOOSE 



tail. Wide-eyed, the wolverine gazed about him 

 curiously. 



Presently the calf knew them all, could pick 

 out their individual tracks in the most difficult oi 

 ground, and tell to a nicety by the hanging scent 

 which of the bush people had passed along, and 

 how many hours ago. 



By the lower reaches of the river the cow spent 

 the summer days, with two charges now, for the 

 youngster of last season had joined her in some 

 mysterious fashion. At least it seemed mysterious 

 to the calf as he thought of the forests, so wide, so 

 vast, so apparently endless. How should a young 

 moose know the way through its heart ? Yet 

 with nothing to tell him, nothing to guide him, 

 the yearling had found his mother. It was very 

 wonderful, very extraordinary, but the cow said 

 all widely separated creatures who love each other 

 have the instinct. 



The one-year-old was proportionately little 

 bigger than his brother, who grew apace, and 

 showed by the contour of him and the loose 

 swing of his growing limbs how big a beast he 

 would eventually become. They were great 

 friends, sleeping close together, feeding from the 



