He stood with his head raised, and looking defiantly about him, just as he had looked when he followed Pink out of the bushes.
The third was a group representing a fight between a big-horn and two gray wolves. One of the assailants was struggling on the ground, having been knocked down by a well-directed blow, and the gallant buck was making a dead set for the other, which stood with his ears laid back and all his teeth visible, awaiting the attack.
But these "masterpieces" were not the only objects of interest that were to be seen, as Sam found when he came to look about him.
A hungry-looking wolf grinned at him from a corner; a stately black-tail, with lowered head and bristling mane, threatened him with his antlers as he entered an alcove; and a bald eagle glared down at him from his perch over one of the doors, warning him, as plainly as an inanimate object could, to keep his hands off the flag it was grasping in its talons.
When he paused in front of the cabinets the squirrels, that were gathering their winter supply of nuts, the fox, that was watching a duck he wanted to catch for his dinner, the birds, that were building their nests, and the beavers, that were repairing their winter quarters—all looked at him as if to ask what he meant by intruding his unwelcome presence upon them.
In short, Sam was delighted with everything he saw, and more than once declared that he believed some of the birds and animals were alive. He could have paid his friend no higher compliment.