"As luck would have it, it was the same old bear! He had recovered
from his wound, but naturally he had not forgotten the terrible horns
of the little fawn-colored Jersey cow. When he saw the fawn-colored
calf he flew into a rage, and hurled himself forth at her to avenge in
one stroke the bitter and humiliating memory.
"But the calf was too quick for him. At the first crackling of the
branches behind her she had jumped away like a deer. From the corner
of her eye she saw the great black shape rushing upon her, and, with a
wild cry, half the bawl of a calf, half the bleat of a young moose, she
went racing, tail in air, down to the water, with the bear at her heels.
"With a terrific splashing the cow moose hurried to the rescue. She
was a very big moose and she was in a very big rage; and very
formidable she looked as she came plowing her way to shore, sending up
the water in fountains before her. He knew well that a full-grown cow
moose was an awkward antagonist to tackle when she was in earnest.
This one seemed to him to be very much in earnest. He hesitated and
stopped his rush when about halfway down the bank. Caution began to
cool his vengeful humor. After all, it seemed there was really no luck
for him in a fawn-colored calf.
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