MOOSWA 



The Saskatoons, big brother to the Huckle 

 berry, were drying on the bush where they had 

 ripened ; the Raspberries had grown red in their 

 time and gladdened the heart of Muskwa, the 

 Bear ; the Currants clustered like strings of black 

 pearls in the cool beds of lazy streams, where 

 pin-tailed Grouse, and Pheasant in big, red cravat, 

 strutted and crouked in this glorious feeding- 

 ground so like a miniature vineyard ; the Cran 

 berries nestled shyly in the moss ; and the Wolf 

 and Willow-berries gleamed like tiny white stars 

 along the banks of the swift-running, emerald- 

 green Saskatchewan and Athabasca. All this 

 was in the heritage land of Black Fox, and 

 Muskwa, and Mooswa. 



It was at this time, in the full Autumn, that 

 Whisky-Jack flew North and South, and East and 

 West, and called to a meeting the Dwellers that 

 were in the Boundaries. This was for the 

 choosing of their King, a yearly observance, and 

 for the settling of other matters. 



When they had gathered, Black Fox greeted 

 the Animals : 



&quot;Good Year to you, Subjects, and much eat 

 ing, each unto his own way of life ! &quot; 



Whisky-Jack preened his mischievous head, 

 ruffled his blue-gray feathers, broke into the 

 harsh, cackling laugh of the Jay, and sneered, 



