get tight he fight wid de stick, an* jump, and 

 play de fool. De stick don t say not ing, but 

 jump too, of course, cause it loose, you see. If 

 de stick be fas den de Lynk break de string; but 

 dis way dey fight, an* by an by dat Lynk he 

 dead for soor, I t ink me.&quot; 



&quot; He has queer taste,&quot; said The Boy, &quot; to 

 risk his neck for that stuff it s worse than a 

 Skunk.&quot; 



They moved on, and behind, quite out of 

 sight, but examining each contrivance of the 

 Trapper, came Black Fox, Muskwa, Blue Wolf, 

 Mooswa, and Carcajou. Whisky-Jack was with 

 them ; now flying ahead to discover where the 

 enemy were, now fluttering back with a dismal 

 C Pee weep ! Pee weep ! &quot; to report and rail at 

 things generally. 



Carcajou at times travelled on three legs. 

 &quot; Got a thorn in your foot ? &quot; queried the Jay, 

 solicitously. 



&quot; Toes are cold,&quot; answered Wolverine, shortly. 



&quot; He-a-weep ! &quot; laughed Whisky-Jack, sneer- 

 ingly ; &quot; they were hot enough last night, when 

 you called on Fra^ois through the chimney- 

 Whose toes are sore to-day, Mister Carcajou ? 

 And the fur is burnt off your back excuse me 

 while I laugh ; &quot; and the Bird gave vent to a 

 harsh, cackling chuckle. 





