It was a great bull moose, a herd king, who forgot the example he owed
to his weaker kindred and unloosed a thunderous bellow of terror which
started the moose flight, the first memorable incident of the Winter
of the Blue Snow. An overladen bough cracked above him; it fell and
straddled him from quivering tail to flailing horns, burying him under
its wet blue load. He reared out roaring, and his own herd echoed the
cry; then a storm of moose bellows crashed through the forest. This
tumult died, but there followed the earth-shaking thunder of a stampede.
The bruins, awakened from their pleasant dreams, came out from their
caves and blinked at the hosts of terrified moose which were galloping
past. The earth-shaking uproar of the flight at last thoroughly aroused
the bruins, and they began to sniff the air uneasily. Then they noticed
the blue snow; and now in front of every cave crowds of bruins were
staring down at the snow; and each bruin was swaying heavily, lifting
his left front foot as he swayed to the right, and lifting his right
front foot as he swayed to the left. The bruins had no courage either,
and, once they had got sleep out of their heads, nearly all of them
took out after the moose herds. The wind roared louder with every
passing minute this night. And the flakes of the blue snow were as
dense as the particles of a fog. At dawn a blue blizzard was raging.
But the fauna of the forest plunged tirelessly on, seeking a refuge of
white snow.
And Niagara, made faithless by the Blue Terror, galloped behind
them--Niagara, the great moose hound, bread-winner for the student of
history, Paul Bunyon (his real name), and his companion also.
Paul Bunyon lived at Tonnere Bay. He dwelt in a cave that was as large
as ten Mammoth Caves and which had a roof loftier than any tower or
spire. But this cave was none too vast for Paul Bunyon, the one man
of this region, but one man as great as a city of ordinary men. His
tarpaulins and blankets covered one-fourth of the cave floor; his
hunting clothes, traps and seines filled another quarter; and the rest
of the space was occupied by a fireplace and his papers and books.
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