The White-slashed Bull
HER back crushed beneath the massive weight of a "deadfall," the mother moose lay slowly sobbing her life out on the sweet spring air. The villainous log, weighted cunningly with rocks, had caught her just above the withers, bearing her forward so... The Window In The Shack
THE attitude in which the plump baby hung limply over the woman's left arm looked most uncomfortable. The baby, however, seemed highly content. Both his sticky fists clutched firmly a generous "chunk" of new maple-sugar, which he mumbled with his ... Under The Ice-roof
I Filtering thinly down through the roof of snow and clean blue ice, the sharp winter sunshine made almost a summer's glow upon the brown bottom of the pond. Beneath the ice the water was almost as warm now as in summer, the pond being fed by s... When The Blueberries Are Ripe
THE steep, rounded, rock-scarred face of Bald Mountain, for all its naked grimness, looked very cheerful in the last of the warm-coloured sunset. There were no trees; but every little hollow, every tiny plateau, every bit of slope that was not too... When The Logs Come Down
It was April, and the time of freshet, when "Again the last thin ice had gone To join the swinging sea." After the ice was all away the river had risen rapidly, flooding the intervale meadows, till in some places the banks, deep under w... When The Tide Came Over The Marshes
A perfect dome of palest blue, vapourous but luminous. To northward and southeastward a horizon line of low uplands, misty purple. Along the farthest west a glimmer and sparkle of the sea. Everywhere else, wide, wind-washed levels of marsh, pallid... When The Truce Of The Wild Is Done
BY day it was still high summer in the woods, with slumbrous heat at noon, and the murmur of insects under the thick foliage. But to the initiated sense there was a difference. A tang in the forest scents told the nostrils that autumn had arrived.... When Upweekis Goes Hunting
Late one winter afternoon, when the sun was gilding the pines on the western mountains and the shadows stretched long and chill through the snow-laden woods, a huge bull moose broke out of the gloom of the spruces and went swinging up the long, su... Whitooweek The Hermit
Whitooweek, the woodcock, the strangest hermit in all the woods, is a bird of mystery. Only the hunters know anything about him, and they know him chiefly as a glorious bird that flashes up to the alder tops with a surprised twitter before their d...

The House In The Water The White-slashed Bull The Return Of The Moose Sonny And The Kid The Fight At The Wallow From The Teeth Of The Tide The Glutton Of The Great Snow When The Truce Of The Wild Is Done

The Window In The Shack When The Blueberries Are Ripe When The Truce Of The Wild Is Done The Glutton Of The Great Snow The Fight At The Wallow From The Teeth Of The Tide Sonny And The Kid The Return Of The Moose