ii2 MOOSWA 



&quot; Under the log the King is asleep ; 

 Creep gently, Brother, creep ; 

 Under the log is the old Fox nest ; 

 Creep, Brother mind his rest.&quot; 



Suddenly jumping sideways over a great Spruce 

 lying prone on the ground, he started off again, 

 singing merrily : 



&quot; The track that breaks 

 Is a new track made ; 

 For eyes are sharp 

 Where the nose is dead.&quot; 



Down the stream, below where Umisk was 

 waiting, Black King crossed, saying to himself: 

 &quot; Now, Fra^ois, when I go home the trail will 

 be complete, with no little break at my front 

 door dear Fra^ois, sweet Fran9ois.&quot; 



With Umisk was Carcajou waiting for the 

 King. 



&quot; What s up ? &quot; asked Black Fox. 



&quot; The Man has found us out/* squeaked 

 Umisk, despairingly. 



&quot; Too bad, too bad ! &quot; cried the King, with 

 deep sympathy in his voice. &quot; Anything hap 

 pened any one caught?&quot; 



&quot; Nothing serious at present. One of the 

 Babes lost a toe mighty close shave.&quot; 



&quot; How did the Breed work it? The old game 

 of breaking in your house the Burglar ? &quot; 



