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retorted Wolverine ; &quot; Black King would have 

 found it with his nose. Can he not tell even 

 if any Man has touched the Meat that is always 

 a Bait?&quot; 



&quot; Stupid ! &quot; exclaimed Jack ; &quot; do you think 

 the Men are such fools? They handle not the 

 Bait which is put in the Traps they know that 

 all the brains you chaps have are in your noses. 

 Catch Fra^ois, the Half-breed, doing that ; he s 

 too clever. He cuts it with a long knife, and 

 handles it with a stick. The little White Powder 

 that is the essence of death is put in a hole in 

 the Meat. I know ; I ve seen them at it. 

 Have n t their Train-Dogs noses also and 

 did n t two of them that time eat the Bait, and 

 die before they had travelled the length of a 

 Rabbit-run. I saw them they grew stiff and 

 quiet, like the White Man who fell in the snow 

 last Winter when he was lost. But I m satis 

 fied with Black Fox ; and you can be his Lieu 

 tenant I don t care.&quot; 



&quot;Yes,&quot; continued Carcajou, &quot;who among us 

 is more fitted to be King? Muskwa is strong, 

 and big, and brave ; but soon he will go into 

 his house, and sleep until Spring. What would 

 become of us with no King for months ? &quot; 



&quot;Yes, I m sleepy,&quot; answered Bear &quot;and 

 tired. I ve tramped up and down the banks 



