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a stout root or stick cut it off, Umisk, with 

 your strong chisel-teeth, and Fisher will carry it 

 up that big hollow Poplar and cache it in a 

 hole.&quot; 



&quot; I will, if you spring the jaws first,&quot; agreed 

 Fisher. 



Otter was overjoyed. &quot; This is fine ! &quot; he 

 cried; &quot; I 11 be back in a minute ! &quot; and he darted 

 down the Slide as an Indian throws the snake- 

 stick over the snow. 



&quot; What fine sport ! &quot; remarked Carcajou, when 

 Nekik came up again, shaking the water from his 

 strong, bristled mustache. 



&quot; Shall we have some games ? &quot; suggested the 

 King. &quot; I 11 give a fat Pheasant to the one who 

 slides down Nekik s chute best that is, of 

 course, barring Nekik himself.&quot; 



&quot; But the water, Your Majesty ! &quot; interposed 

 Pisew. 



&quot; I don t want to wet my feet,&quot; pleaded Wapi- 

 stan, the Marten; &quot;if you ll make the race up 

 a tree I will willingly join.&quot; 



&quot; So will I ! &quot; concurred Fisher. 



&quot; Or three miles straight over the hill,&quot; sug 

 gested Blue Wolf. 



&quot; Make it a wrestling match ! &quot; said Carcajou. 



&quot;No, no,&quot; declared Black King. &quot;No one 

 need go in the hole, of course. When you come 



