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Updated: May 11, 2025
Many squirrels work about its roots, and these squirrels are fatter than the squirrels of the scrub, for the tree feeds them. But, when the wolf would pounce upon them, they seek safety in the tree. The moose-calf the poor fool moose-calf comes to this tree, and, finding no paths curving around its base, becomes enraged because the tree does not step aside and yield the right of way.
But for Browser, the moose-calf, she pulled the tender twigs and foliage with a lavish hand. When she had given some dainty to each of her oddly assorted pets, she sprang up, closed the box, and waved her arms in dismissal. The more timid of the creatures obeyed her, but some held their ground persistently, hoping for greater favors.
And then she-he announced that a child would soon be born. And when the day came Badger handed out a bundle, and said that the babe was in it. "Noolmusugakelaimadijul," "They kiss it outside the blanket." But when the chief opened it what he found therein was the dried, withered embryo of a moose-calf.
Only he sees no paths out there. The grass covers a quagmire, but of quagmires the moose-calf knows nothing, having been born upon a mountain. "Being a fool, the moose-calf soon tires of the beaten paths. He ventures downward toward the plain. A wolf, skulking through the scrub at the foot of the mountain, encounters, by chance, the moose-calf. The calf is fat. But, the wolf is cunning.
"Really, you are delightful, Mr. Brute MacNair. During the half-hour or more of our acquaintance you have called me, among other things, a fool, a goose, and a moose-calf. I repeat that you are delightful, and honest, shall I say? No; candid for I know that you are not honest. But do tell me the rest of the story. Don't leave it like The Lady or the Tiger. How will it end?
To the amazement of the watcher there came from the depths of the woods a sound that always thrills the pulses of any hunter the cry of a moose-calf, accompanied by a soft crashing of branches, growing gradually louder. "So they tame even the moose these wonderful people!
He is just a fool a wise fool, with the cunning and vices of the wolf, but with none of the wolf's lean virtues. You are an honest fool. You are like a young moose-calf, who, because he happens to be born into the world, thinks the world was made for him to be born into.
Until what? wondered MacNair. The word had been crossed out, and he finished the letter still wondering. "When you look at the picture in its splintered frame, think sometimes of the 'fool moose-calf, who, having succeeded by the narrowest margin in eluding the fangs of 'the wolf' is returning, wiser, to its mountains. "Yours very truly and very, very repentantly, Bob MacNair lost his fight.
Hot tears tears of bitter, heart-sickening loneliness filled her eyes and trickled unheeded down her cheeks beneath the tightly drawn mosquito-net. Darkness deepened, imperceptibly, surely, fore-shortening the horizon, and by just so much increasing the distance that separated her from her people. "Poor fool moose-calf," she murmured, "you weren't satisfied to follow the beaten trails.
"Let us say the moose-calf was born upon a great mountain a mountain whose sides are crossed and recrossed by moose-trails paths that wind in and out among the trees, stamped by the hoofs of older and wiser moose. Upon these paths the moose-calf tries his wobbly legs, and one day finds himself gazing out upon a plain where grass is. He has no use for grass does not even know what grass is for.
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