ioo MOOSWA 



swift as the wind, and spreads like the flood in 

 the river, and fears neither Man nor Beast, and 

 obeys not even the Spirit God of the Animals 

 when it is angered.&quot; 



&quot; Well, Son, while you follow the trail of this 

 evil Trapper, I, with all your Brothers, will go to 

 the other Burrow.&quot; 



&quot; Be sure the Cubs step all in one track, 

 Mother your track, so this Breed Man, with 

 his sharp eyes, shall not suspect.&quot; 



&quot; Do you hear, Cubs ? &quot; asked the Widow. 

 &quot; Remember what your Brother has said. Also 

 each day one of us will make a fresh trail here, 

 so that the Man may think we still live in 

 this house.&quot; 



So while Speed glided swiftly through the 

 Boundaries uttering his whimper call to Mooswa, 

 Muskwa, Rof, and Carcajou, Franois and Rod 

 shouldered each a bag of Traps and started to 

 lay out the Marten Road, as was called a big 

 circle of Traps extending perhaps thirty miles, 

 for the Winter s hunt. 



The Boy was filled with eager, joyous antici 

 pation. During his school days in town he 

 had thought and dreamed of the adventurous 

 free life of a Fur Trapper in the great Spruce 

 Forests of the North. That was chiefly because 

 it was bred in the bone with him. He threw 





