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Porcupine ; but Skunk ! &quot; Ur-r-r, agh ! &quot; it 

 turned his stomach to think of the dose he had 

 received once when he tried it. 



&quot; Good-morning, Your Majesty ! &quot; said Lynx, 

 as he arrived shortly after Skunk. 



&quot; How is everybody up your way ? &quot; queried 

 Jack. &quot; How are all the young Wapooses ? &quot; 



Lynx grinned deprecatingly. 



&quot; Pisew is not likely to forget the Law of the 

 Seventh Year,&quot; remarked Carcajou, with a sinister 

 expression, &quot; so he is not so deeply interested in 

 young Wapoos as he used to be.&quot; 



&quot; What is the meeting for? &quot; asked Lynx. 



&quot; Francois has been visiting the pond of our 

 little Comrade, Umisk,&quot; replied Black King. 



&quot; And has been at my Slide, too,&quot; declared 

 Otter. 



&quot; Well, Comrades, we had better go with 

 Nekik and examine into this thing,&quot; commanded 

 the King. 



&quot; Oh, of course ! &quot; cried Jack ; &quot; every com 

 munity must have Fishery Laws, and have its 

 Fisheries protected.&quot; 



The Otter slide was exactly like a boy s coast 

 ing chute on a hill. A smooth, iced trough ran 

 down the snow-covered bank, a matter of fifteen 

 feet, to the stream s edge, ending in an ice hole 

 that Otter managed to keep open all Winter. 



