Wood folk at school (1903) (14597567157)

Identifier: woodfolkatschool00long (find matches)
Title: Wood folk at school
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Long, William J. (William Joseph), 1867-1952
Subjects: Animal behavior Animals
Publisher: Boston, London, Ginn & Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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stupidly on a wall, in a room fullof bric-a-brac, as you usually see it, with its shriveledears that were once living trumpets, its bulging eyesthat were once so small and keen, and its huge muzzlestretched out of all proportion, it is but misplaced,misshapen ugliness. It has no more, and scarcely anyhigher, significance than a scalp on the pole of a sav-ages wigwam. Only in the wilderness, with the irre-sistible push of his twelve-hundred pound, force-packedbody behind it, the crackling underbrush beneath, andthe lofty spruce aisles towering overhead, can it givethe tingling impression of magnificent power whichbelongs to Umquenawis the Mighty in his native wilds.There only is his head at home; and only as you seeit there, whether looking out in quiet majesty from alonely point over a silent lake, or leading him in histerrific rush through the startled forest, will your heartever jump and your nerves tingle in that swift thrillwhich stirs the sluggish blood to your very finger tips,
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l / PLUNGING LIKE A GREAT ENGINE THROUGHUNDERBRUSH AND OVER WINDFALLS Umquenawis the Mighty 153 and sends you quietly back to camp with your soul atpeace — well satisfied to leave Umquenawis where heis, rather than pack him home to your admiring friendsin a freight car. Though Umquenawis be lord of the wilderness,there are two things, and two things only, which hesometimes fears: the smell of man, and the spitefulcrack of a rifle. For Milord the Moose has beenhunted and has learned fear, which formerly he wasstranger to. But when you go deep into the wilder-ness, where no hunter has ever gone, and where thebang of a rifle following the roar of a birch-barktrumpet has never broken the twilight stillness, thereyou may find him still, as he was before fear came;there he will come smashing down the mountain sideat your call, and never circle to wind an enemy; andthere, when the mood is on him, he will send youscrambling up the nearest tree for your life, as asquirrel goes when the fox i