4 MOOSWA 



Mooswa ; &quot; fine big fellows they have grown to be, 

 too. Their hair is longer, and blacker, and 

 curlier than it was when they were on the Plains. 

 There s no more than fifty of them left alive 

 in all the North woods ; it s awful to think of 

 how they were slaughtered. That s why I stick 

 to the Timber Boundaries/ 



&quot; Eagle won t come, Your Majesty, because 

 Jay s chatter makes his head ache,&quot; declared 

 Carcajou. 



&quot; Blame me,&quot; cried Whisky-Jack, &quot; if anybody 

 doesn t turn up at the meeting say it s my 

 fault ; I don t mind.&quot; 



&quot; You know why we meet as usual ? &quot; queried 

 Black Fox, placing his big white-tipped brush 

 affectedly about his feet. 



&quot;That they do,&quot; piped Whisky-Jack; &quot;it s 

 because they re afraid of losing their hides. I m 

 not nobody tries to rob me.&quot; 



&quot; Worthless Gabbler ! &quot; growled Muskwa. 



&quot;Jack is right,&quot; declared Black Fox; &quot;if we 

 do not help each other with the things we have 

 learned, our warm coats will soon be on the 

 shoulders of the White Men s Wives.&quot; 



&quot; Is that why the Men are always chasing us ? &quot; 

 asked Beaver, turning his sharp-pointed head with 

 the little bead eyes toward the King. 



&quot; Not in your case,&quot; snapped Whisky-Jack, 



