Illustrations 



From drawings by Arthur Hewing 



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&quot;Well, let me see,&quot; continued Black Fox, &quot;here Ye 

 have all assembled; &quot;for form s sake I will call 



your names frontispiece 



&quot;So I lay still, pretending to be asleep&quot; 36 



&quot; The ball struck me in the shoulder, and made me 



furious with rage&quot; 42 



&quot; Wuf ! &quot; sniffed Muskwa, gently. &quot; Our Man burns the 



stink-weed in his mouth &quot; 94 



&quot;Cat,&quot; answered Francois; &quot;dat s Mister Lynk &quot; . . 102 

 Rof was going with so much speed, . . . that he could n t 



gather for a spring 126 



They were a funny-looking party 144 



&quot;Holy Mudder, dis time sabe Francois&quot; . . , , 174 



&quot; I go for pull out now, Boy&quot; 194 



&quot; It s terrible !&quot; Mooswa blurted out 216 



&quot;Poor old Chap!&quot; \ . . 224 



In three days they arrived at The Landing .... 260 



