. Wood folk at school. two rivals should meet;but they paid little attention to each other. The com-mon misfortune, or the common misery, seemed to killthe fierce natural jealousy whose fury I had more thanonce been witness of. They had lost all fear by thistime; they ranged up and down the shore, or smashedrecklessly through the swamps, as the elusive smells andechoes called them hither and yon in their frantic search. Far up on the mountain side the sharp, challenginggrunt of a master bull broke out of the startled woodsin one of the lulls of our exciting play. Simmo heardand turned in the b
. Wood folk at school. two rivals should meet;but they paid little attention to each other. The com-mon misfortune, or the common misery, seemed to killthe fierce natural jealousy whose fury I had more thanonce been witness of. They had lost all fear by thistime; they ranged up and down the shore, or smashedrecklessly through the swamps, as the elusive smells andechoes called them hither and yon in their frantic search. Far up on the mountain side the sharp, challenginggrunt of a master bull broke out of the startled woodsin one of the lulls of our exciting play. Simmo heardand turned in the bow to whisper excitedly: Notherbull! Fetch-um OP Devi this time, sartin. Raisinghis horn he gave the long, rolling bellow of a cowmoose. A fiercer trumpet call from the mountain sideanswered; then the sound was lost in the crash-crashof the first two bulls, as they broke out upon the shoreon opposite sides of the canoe. We gave little heed now to the nearer play; ourwhole attention was fixed on a hoarse, grunting roar. A MIGHTY SPRING OF HIS CROUCHINGHAUNCHES FINISHED THE WORK At the Sound of the Trumpet 183 — Uh, uh, uh ! eeeyuh ! r-r-r-runh-unh ! — with a rat-tling, snapping crash of underbrush for an accompani-ment. The younger bull heard it; listened for a moment,like a great black statue under the moonlight; thenhe glided away into the shadows under the bank. Thelarger bull heard it, threw up his great head defiantly,and came swinging along the shore, hurling a savagechallenge back on the echoing woods at every stride. There was an ominous silence up on the ridge where,a moment before, all was fierce commotion. Simmowas silent too; the uproar had been appalling, withthe sleeping lake below us, and the vast forest, wheresilence dwells at home, stretching up and away onevery hand to the sky line. But the spirit of mischiefwas tingling all over me as I seized the horn and gavethe low appealing grunt that a cow would have utteredunder the same circumstances. Like a shot th
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