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&amp;lt;md carry his body forward ; then the other foot 

 the same way, so as not to disturb me. Good, 

 kind Nichemous ! What a queer scent he gave 

 to the air. Have any of you ever stepped on 

 hot coals, and burned your foot?&quot; 



&quot;I have!&quot; cried Blue Wolf ; &quot; I had a fight 

 with three Train Dogs once, at Wapiscaw, when 

 their Masters were asleep. It was all over a 

 miserable frozen White Fish that even the Dogs 

 would n t eat. They were husky fighters. 

 Wur-r-r ! we rolled over and over, and finally I 

 fetched up in the camp-fire.&quot; 



&amp;lt;c Then you know what your paw smelled like 

 when the coals scorched it ; and that is just the 

 nasty scent that came down the air from Niche 

 mous like burnt skin. I could have nosed 

 him a mile away had he been up wind,, but he 

 was n t at first. When Nichemous got to the big 

 log, he reached his yellow face over, with the 

 Ironstick in line with his nose, and I saw mur 

 der m his eyes, so I just took one swipe at the 

 top of his head with my right paw and scalped 

 him clean. Whu-u-o-o-f-f- ! but he yelled. The 

 Ironstick barked as he went head first into the 

 snow, and its hot breath scorched my arm un 

 derneath where there s little hair; but the round 

 iron thing it spits out did n t touch me. I gave 

 Nichemous a squeeze, threw him down, and went 



