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His lean stomach clamoured for the Meat 

 it was full of nothing but the great pain of 

 hunger. 



&quot; Forest Devils ! &quot; muttered the hesitating Fox ; 

 &quot; I believe I m losing my nerve am afraid be 

 cause there is n t anything in sight but the Meat. 

 I d never hear the last of it if Carcajou, or Pisew, 

 or any of them came along, saw my trail, and then, 

 having more pluck than I Ve got, went and ate 

 that free eating. I wonder what it is ? Smells 

 like a cut of Muskrat, or a piece of Caribou ; it s 

 not Fish/ 



He walked back cautiously, irresolutely, and 

 took a look from the opposite side. &quot; I have a 

 notion to try it ; I can tell if there s White 

 Medicine about when I get it at the end of 

 my nose,&quot; he said, peering all about carefully ; 

 there was nobody in sight nothing ! &quot; Women 

 Foxes ! &quot; but he was nervous. His big &quot; brush &quot; 

 was simply trembling with the fear of some un 

 known danger. He laughed hysterically at the 

 idea. It was the unusualness of Meat lying 

 on the snow and no evidence of why it should 

 be there : there was no appearance of a Kill 

 near the spot. How in the world had it come 

 there ? There was no track leading up to nor 

 away from it; perhaps Hawk, or W T hisky-Jack, 

 or some other bird had dropped it. It was 



