"Throwing her off violently, he struck her again and again, as if in a
panic. Then, realizing that she was quite dead, he drew away, bit
fiercely at the terrible wound in his flank, and dragged himself away,
whimpering. For the time, at least, his appetite was quite gone.
"Uncomprehending, but very anxious, the calf had watched the swift
duel. The finish of it dismayed her, but, of course, she did not know
why. She could only feel that, in spite of the disappearance of the
bear, it was not altogether satisfactory. She had trembled
instinctively at sight of the bear. And now, curiously enough, she
trembled at the sight of her mother, lying there in a heap, so still."
Uncle Andy's way of putting it was somehow so vivid that the Child
trembled too at that.
"After a while," continued Uncle Andy, "when she saw that her mother
made no sign of rising and coming to her, she came staggering down from
her place under the bush, her long, awkward legs very difficult to
manage. Reaching her mother's side, she poked her coaxingly with her
wet little muzzle. Meeting no response, she poked her impatiently, and
even butted her. When even this brought no response, a sudden
overwhelming terror chilled her heart, and her weak knees almost gave
way.
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