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companion, eagerly. &quot; The beauty you spoke of 

 as being in this part of the country ? &quot; 



The King trembled. Already this terrible 

 Trapper was on his trail. 



&quot;Yes; I know me where he have hes hole. I 

 put dat number t ree Otter Trap close by, cover 

 him wit* leaves, an* put de fis -head bait on top. 

 Den we see. We keel plenty fur here dis Winter. 

 Dere s big moose track too mus be bull.&quot; 



Black King scratched Mooswa s fore-leg with 

 a paw to draw his attention, but the latter had 

 heard. 



&quot; I make some snare to-night, an put him out 

 wit* Castoreum. Dere s plenty Cat here.&quot; 



Lynx shuddered. 



&quot; We must help each other,&quot; he whined, in a 

 frightened voice. 



Mooswa felt a little pat on his lofty horn, and 

 looked up. &quot; Lift me down, Brother/ whispered 

 Beaver. 



&quot; Where s Carcajou ? &quot; queried the King. 



cc Poking around the chimney he made me 

 nervous.&quot; 



&quot;Wuf!&quot; sniffed Muskwa, gently. &quot;Our 

 Man burns the stink-weed in his mouth it s 

 horrible ! &quot; Fran9ois was smoking. 



Carcajou was busy examining the mud-and- 

 stick wall of the chimney, which stuck up three 



