She had an impulse to run from this thing that looked like her
mother and smelled like her mother, and yet was evidently, after all,
not her mother. She was afraid to stay there. But she was also afraid
to go away. And then she just began to bawl again at the top of her
voice, for she was not only frightened and lonely, but also hungry.
"Of course, everything in the woods for half a mile around heard her
bawling."
And just here Uncle Andy had the heartlessness to pause and relight his
pipe.
"And then--another bear came!" broke in the Child breathlessly.
"No, not exactly," responded Uncle Andy at last. "Of course, lots of
things came to see what all that queer noise was about--stealthy
things, creeping up silently and peering with round bright eyes from
thickets and weed tufts. But the calf did not see or notice any of
these. All she saw was a tall, dark, ungainly looking, long-legged
creature, half as tall again as her mother had been, with no horns, a
long clumsy head, thick overhanging nose, and big splay hooves. She
didn't quite know whether to be frightened at this great, dark form or
not. But she stopped her noise, I can tell you.
"Well, the tall stranger stood still, about thirty or forty paces away,
eyeing the calf with interest and the fawn-colored heap on the ground
with suspicion.
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