THE BUILDING OF THE SHACK 



NEXT morning, just as the gray oncoming 

 Day was rolling back into the Forest 

 depths the Night curtain, Muskwa, who was 

 swinging along leisurely, with a walk like a Blue- 

 Jacket, towards the Trapper s Camp, discov 

 ered Wapoos sitting in his path. 



&quot; A snareless runway to you, Little Brother ! 

 Are you heading for the Shack ? &quot; 



&quot;Yes,&quot; bleated Wapoos; &quot; I m still weak 

 from the Seventh Year sickness, and hop badly, 

 I fear.&quot; 



&quot; Jump up, Afflicted One, your furry stomach 

 will feel warm on my back, Huh ! huh ! this 

 beastly fog that comes up from the waters of the 

 Athabasca to battle with the sunlight gets into 

 my lungs. I shall soon have to creep into a 

 warm nest for my long sleep.&quot; 



&quot; Hast seen any of our Comrades ? &quot; queried 

 Wapoos, as he lay in the velvet cushion of black 

 fur that was a good four inches deep on Bear s 

 back. 





