i 4 4 MOOSWA 



&quot; I saw Fran9ois just like that once,&quot; chirped 

 Whisky-Jack ; &quot; he had some medicine in a 

 bottle, and the more of it he took the sleepier 

 he got.&quot; 



&quot; How in the name of Many Birds shall we 

 ever get him back to his hole ? &quot; asked Black 

 Fox, perplexedly. 



&quot; I 11 carry him,&quot; declared the Moose. 

 &quot; Here, you Fellows, roll him up on my 

 horns ; &quot; and dropping to his knees Mooswa 

 put the great, chair-like spread of his antlers 

 down to the snow. 



&quot; Come, Pisew, give us a hand,&quot; commanded 

 the King. Beaver, and Lynx, and Rof, and 

 Black Fox shouldered and pushed at the huge 

 black ball, and Mooswa kept edging his horn- 

 cradle in under the mass, until finally Muskwa 

 lay snugly in the hollow. 



&quot; Now all give a mighty push, and help me 

 up!&quot; snuffed the Moose. &quot;All right,&quot; he 

 added, staggering to his feet, and pointing his 

 nose skyward, allowing the burdened antlers to 

 lie along his withers. 



&quot; Ride with Muskwa, Jack,&quot; commanded the 

 King, &quot; and show Mooswa the old Sleeper s house. 

 Branch out, the rest of you, and make the Many- 

 trail ; for many trails make few catches.&quot; Car 

 cajou was sitting on his haunches, licking his 



