THE LAW OF THE BOUNDARIES 51 



&quot; Fat Birds ! what a sized Berry ! &quot; ejaculated 

 the Widow, dubiously. 



&quot; Well, almost as big,&quot; modified Muskwa ; 

 &quot;and sweet and nippy. Ugh! ugh! It was 

 like eating a handful of the fattest black Ants 

 you ever tasted.&quot; 



&quot; I don t eat Ants,&quot; declared the Red Widow. 



&quot; Neither did I this morning, I m sorry to 

 say,&quot; added Bear, hungrily. 



&quot; Were n t they hairy little Beggars, Muskwa ? &quot; 

 asked Blue Wolf, harking back longingly to the 

 meat food. 



&quot; What, the Salmon Berries ? &quot; 



&quot; No ; the Padre s little Pigs at Wapiscaw.&quot; 



&quot;Yes, somewhat; I had bristles in my teeth 

 for a week awfully coarse fur they wore. But 

 they were noisy little rats the screeching gave 

 me an earache. Huf, huf, huh ! You should 

 have seen the Factor, who is a fat, pot-bellied 

 little Chap, built like Carcajou, come running 

 with his short Otter-shaped legs when he heard 

 me among the Pigs.&quot; 



&quot; What did you do, Muskwa were n t you 

 afraid?&quot; asked the Red Widow. 



&quot; I threw a little Pig out of the corral and 

 he took to the Forest. The Factor in his ex 

 citement ran after him, and I laughed so much 

 to see this that I really could n t eat a fourth Pig.&quot; 



