86 MOOSWA 



&quot; No, Silent One, I don t neither do you ; 

 but if you 11 just wrap it up for a few days and 

 give it a rest, I m sure it will be all r;ght.&quot; 



&quot; Do,&quot; cried Carcajou ; &quot; we sha n t mind. I 

 suppose that s what The Boy calls his Tongue 

 Trap he knew whom to set it for, too.&quot; 



&quot; Come and trample him with your sharp hoofs, 

 dear Mooswa,&quot; pleaded Whisky-Jack, the lack 

 of sympathy and the chaff making him furious. 



&quot; Oh, sit still, if you re going to ride on my 

 horns,&quot; exclaimed the Bull. &quot; You re jigging 

 about &quot; 



&quot;As though he had corns,&quot; interrupted Car 

 cajou. 



&quot; It was so nice of you, Whisky-Jack,&quot; said 

 Lynx, in an oily tone, &quot; to take care of us all 

 while we were there was n t it ? Some of us 

 might have burned our tongues but for you 

 destroying the hot Bait.&quot; 



When the animals got back to their meeting- 

 place, which was known as the Boundary Centre, 

 they stopped for a time to compare notes. 



&quot; Comrades,&quot; said Mooswa, &quot; little have I 

 claimed from you. I kill not anything ; neither 

 the Fox Cubs, nor the Sons of Umisk, nor the 

 red-tailed Birds that beat their wings like drums, 

 nor anything. But this new law I ask of you 

 all in the face of the King ; for the Boy that was 



