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&quot; We all know our Friend s weakness for per 

 fume,&quot; continued Wolverine. 



&quot;Do you call Castoreum a perfume?&quot; ques 

 tioned Whisky-Jack. &quot; It s a vile, diabolical 

 stink that s what it is. Why, the Trappers 

 won t keep it in their Shacks it smells so bad ; 

 they bury it outside. Nobody but a gaunt, 

 brainless creature, like the Cat there, would risk 

 his neck for a whiff of that horrible-smelling 

 stuff.&quot; 



&quot; Order ! &quot; commanded Black King ; &quot; you get 

 so personal, Jack. You know that our Comrade, 

 Beaver, furnishes the Castoreum, don t you ? &quot; 



&quot; Yes, I know ; and he ought to be ashamed 

 of it.&quot; 



&quot; It s not my fault,&quot; declared Umisk ; &quot; your 

 friends, the cruel Trappers, don t get it from us 

 till we re dead.&quot; 



&quot; Well, never mind about that,&quot; objected Car 

 cajou. &quot;We know, and the Trappers know, 

 that Lynx is the easiest caught of all our fellows ; 

 if he were our King they d snare him in a week 

 then we d be without a Ruler. We must 

 have some one that not only can take care of 

 us, but of himself too.&quot; 



&quot; Pisew can t do that he can t take care of 

 his own family,&quot; twittered Jay. &quot; His big furry 

 feet make a trail in the snow like Panther s, 



