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Slugs : a diet that is horrible to think of. Look, 

 Your Majesty, at my gaunt sides am I not 

 like one that is already skinned by the Trappers ? &quot; 



&quot; He is making much talk,&quot; whispered the 

 Red Widow, &quot; to the end that you forget the 

 murder of Trowel Tail s Sons.&quot; 



&quot;Didst like Beaver Meat?&quot; queried Black 

 King, abruptly. 



&quot; I am not the slayer of Umisk s children,&quot; 

 denied Lynx. &quot; It was Wapoos, or Whisky- 

 Jack ; they are mischief makers, and ready for 

 any evil.&quot; 



&quot;Oh, you silly liar!&quot; cried Carcajou, in 

 derision. &quot; Wapoos the Rabbit kill a Beaver ? 

 Why not say the Moon came down and ate 

 them up. Thou hast a sharp nose and a full 

 appetite, but little brain.&quot; 



&quot; He is a poor liar ! &quot; remarked the Red 

 Widow. 



&quot; I have kept the law,&quot; whined Lynx. &quot; I 

 have eaten so little that I am starved.&quot; 



&quot; What shall we do, Brothers, about the mur 

 dered Sons of Umisk ? Beaver is the worker 

 of our lands. But for him, and the dams he 

 builds, the Muskegs would soon dry up, the fires 

 would burn the Forests, and we should have no 

 place to live. If we kill the Sons, presently 

 there will be no workers nobody but ourselves 



