22 MOOSWA 



ject under discussion. Our friend wanders from I 

 his theme trying to be personal.&quot; 



&quot; Oh, nobody s personal here,&quot; sighed Lynx, j 

 &quot; I m a ( Slink, but that does n t count.&quot; 



&quot; Yes, talking of Rats,&quot; recommenced Carcajou, i 

 &quot; like Lynx, I admire our busy little Brother, ! 

 Beaver, though I never ate one in my life &quot; 



&quot; Pisew did ! &quot; chirruped the bird-voice from 

 over their heads. 



&quot; Though I never ate one,&quot; solemnly repeated 

 Wolverine ; &quot; but if Umisk won t do for King, 

 there is no use discussing Wuchusk s chances. 

 He has all Trowel Tail s failings, without his 

 great wisdom, and even can t build a decent 

 house, though he lives in one. Half the time 

 he has n t anything to eat for his family ; you ll 

 see him skirmishing about Winter or Summer, 

 eating Roots, or, like our friends Mink and Otter, 

 chasing Fish. Anyway, I get tired of that hor 

 rible odour of musk always. His house smells 

 as bad as a Trapper s Shack with piles of fur in | 

 it I hate people who use musk, it shows bad ! 

 taste ; and to carry a little bag of it around with 

 one all the time it s detestable ! &quot; 



&quot; You should take a trip to the Barren Lands, 

 my fastidious friend, as I did once,&quot; interposed 

 Mooswa, &quot; and get a whiff of the Musk Ox. 

 Much Fodder ! it turned my stomach.&quot; 



