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he hopped back, &quot; and inside is a throat-call that 

 is not of our Comrades.&quot; 



&quot; That s Man s tepee ; most like it was The 

 Boy s song your big ears heard.&quot; 



They went forward gingerly, Wapoos acting as 

 pilot. In a little open space where Red Stone 

 Brook emptied into the Athabasca was a small 

 &quot; A&quot; tent. The two comrades lay down in the 

 willows to watch. Soon they were joined by 

 Black King ; Otter was already there. Then 

 came Blue Wolf and Mooswa. As Carcajou 

 joined them, Whisky-Jack fluttered into the 

 centre of the party. 



&quot; That s a Tent,&quot; he said, with the air of a 

 courier explaining sights to a party of tourists. 

 &quot; The Boy is putting on his fur. Do you hear 

 his song-cry ? &quot; 



&quot;He hath a full stomach,&quot; growled Rof, &quot;for 

 his voice is rich in content. What is the cry, 

 Bird of Knowledge?&quot; 



&quot; It s a song of my Crow Cousins. I 11 re 

 peat a line for your fur-filled ears : 



&quot; There were three crows sat on a tree, 

 And they were black as crows could be ; 

 Said one of them unto his mate, 

 Let s catch old Carcajou to ate ! &quot; 



&quot; All of a kind flock together,&quot; retorted Wol 

 verine ; &quot; Birds, and Boys, and Fools ! &quot; 





