noon
At last , the musk-deer , the shyest and almost the smallest of the deerlets , came , too , her big rabbity ears erect ; even brindled , silent mushick-nabha must needs find out what the light in the shrine meant , and drop out her moose-like nose into Purun Bhagat 's lap , coming and going with the shadows of the fire . Purun Bhagat called them all `` my brothers , '' and his low call of `` Bhai ! Bhai ! '' would draw them from the forest at noon if they were within ear shot . The Himalayan black bear , moody and suspicious -- Sona , who has the V-shaped white mark under his chin -- passed that way more than once ; and since the Bhagat showed no fear , Sona showed no anger , but watched him , and came closer , and begged a share of the caresses , and a dole of bread or wild berries . Often , in the still dawns , when the Bhagat would climb to the very crest of the pass to watch the red day walking along the peaks of the snows , he would find Sona shuffling and grunting at his heels , thrusting , a curious fore-paw under fallen trunks , and bringing it away with a WHOOF of impatience ; or his early steps would wake Sona where he lay curled up , and the great brute , rising erect , would think to fight , till he heard the Bhagat 's voice and knew his best friend . Nearly all hermits and holy men who live apart from the big cities have the reputation of being able to work miracles with the wild things , but all the miracle lies in keeping still , in never making a hasty movement , and , for a long time , at least , in never looking directly at a visitor .