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&quot; U-h-huh ! my crop is full.&quot; 



&quot;You horrid Beast!&quot; cried Carcajou, dis 

 gustedly. &quot; Where is it cached ? &quot; 



&quot; Not Mooswa?&quot; broke in Black King, with 

 a frightened voice. 



&quot; No Caribou. Such a big shovel to his 

 horn too must have been of the Knowledge 

 Age. Ugh ! should have known better than to 

 let a Man get near him. Of course Fran9ois 

 stuck the head on a tree to make peace with 

 Manitou, and I J m fixed for a month.&quot; 



&quot; Cannibal ! &quot; again exclaimed Carcajou. 

 &quot; Where did you say your friend, Murderer, 

 had cached the quarters ? &quot; 



&quot; c Cannibal, eh ? Go and find out, Glutton. 

 Be careful, though I saw some one handling 

 the White Medicine last night.&quot; 



&quot;The White Medicine!&quot; ejaculated Black 

 Fox, turning with dismay to the speaker. 



&quot; Uh, huh ! but I never steal the Bait, like 

 Carcajou, so I don t care. I eat what the Men 

 eat.&quot; 



&quot; What they leave, you mean, Scavenger 

 what they throw to the Dogs ! &quot; retorted the 

 Lieutenant. 



&quot; You 11 get enough of Dogs, First-Cousin-to- 

 Ground Hog Fran9ois says he is going to 

 have a train of them. They will squeeze your 



