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door yesterday when Frar^ois and The Boy 

 were out, stole the bottle off its roost, and 

 dropped it through their water-hole in the river 

 ice ; just to save your life, Pisew, you know 

 you re such a silly Glutton you would eat any 

 thing.&quot; 



&quot; Jack,&quot; said the King, looking up gratefully, 

 &quot; your tongue is the worst part of you your 

 heart is all right.&quot; 



&quot; Even His tongue is all right now since he got 

 over the fat Pork,&quot; sneered Pisew. 



&quot; Bird of Torture ! &quot; ejaculated Black King, 

 &quot; but that hurts, Umisk ; &quot; for Beaver had gir 

 dled the skin of the leg even as he had the bark 

 of the tree. 



&quot; Think of the Meat in your mouth, King,&quot; 

 advised Umisk. &quot; Hold up this skin with your 

 claw, Jack,&quot; he commanded. &quot; There ! pull it a 

 little higher. I 11 cut the bone here, you see; 

 then we 11 cover it with the skin-flap.&quot; 



&quot; Full-crop ! but you have a great head, 

 Umisk,&quot; cried Jack, admiringly. 



&quot; Wh-e-e ! Wh-e-e-e-e ! &quot; squealed the Fox, 

 crunching his sharp, white teeth to hold back the 

 cries of pain. 



&quot; Quick, Pisew, hand out the Poplar-bread 

 it s off! &quot; commanded Beaver. &quot; Now, Jack, the 

 thread. Hold one end in your beak, while I 



