i 4 o MOOSWA 



&quot; The old Chap must get up, then/ cried 

 Black Fox, with emphasis, &quot; for he is not in the 

 deep frost-sleep yet. Here, Jack, run and bring 

 Beaver to cut off the pole Carcajou s Trap is 

 ringed to, and I ll go for Muskwa; if you see 

 Rof, tell him to meet me at Bear s Burrow.&quot; 



The King had a tremendous time with Musk 

 wa. Bruin was sleepy and cranky. &quot; Quick ! 

 wake up, Brother ! &quot; Black Fox shouted in his 

 ear. The Bear never moved simply snored. 



The energetic visitor turned tail on, and pro 

 ceeded to rake Bruin s ribs with his strong hind 

 feet as a dog makes the gravel fly. Muskwa 

 grunted and simply flicked his short, woolly ears. 

 The King jumped on him, set up the long howl 

 of the Kill in his very face, put his sharp teeth 

 through one of the nerveless ears, and generally 

 held a small riot over the sleeper. He never 

 would have managed to wake Bear had not Blue 

 Wolf arrived to help him. 



Muskwa was for all the world like a maudlin, 

 drunken old sailor. &quot; All right, you Fellows,&quot; 

 he said groggily, his eyes still closed, &quot; I don t 

 want any more Berries eat em yourself.&quot; 



&quot; Not Berries ! &quot; howled Wolf; &quot; Carcajou is 

 in a Trap.&quot; 



&quot; Go way don t believe it. Carcajou s an 

 old Sweep ! &quot; 



