6 MOOSWA 



&quot; I Ve been in his camp,&quot; asserted Carcajou, 

 picking up a small stone slyly to shy at Jack. 



&quot; Not when he was home/ retorted the Jay ; 

 &quot; you sneaked in to steal when he was away.&quot; 



&quot; Stop ! &quot; commanded the King, angrily. &quot; Your 

 chatter spoils everything, do stop ! &quot; 



Whisky-Jack spread his feathers till he looked 

 like a woollen ball, and subsided. 



&quot; This is the end of the year,&quot; continued Black 

 Fox, &quot; and the great question is, are you satis 

 fied with the rule is it good ? &quot; 



Wolverine spoke : &quot; I have been Lieutenant 

 to the Black King for four years I am satis 

 fied. When our enemies, the Trappers, have 

 tried to catch us by new wiles His Majesty has 

 told us how to escape.&quot; 



&quot; Did he, always ? &quot; demanded the Bird. 

 &quot; Who knew of the little White Powder that 

 Fran9ois put in the Meat the White Medicine 

 Powder he had in a bottle ? Neither you, Car 

 cajou, nor Black King, nor anyone tasted that 

 did you ? Even now you do not know the name 

 of it ; but I can tell you it s strychnine. Ha, 

 ha ! but that was funny. They put it out, and 

 I, Whisky-Jack, whom you call a Tramp, told 

 you. I, Jack the Gabbler, flew till my wings 

 were tired warning you to beware.&quot; 



&quot; You might have saved yourself the trouble,&quot; 



