MOOSWA 



ing prayer : &quot; Holy Mudder, dis time sabe Fran- 

 9ois. I give de offerin plenty also what de 

 good Pries say, I hear me.&quot; 



&quot; Look at his face. Brothers,&quot; growled Blue 

 Wolf. &quot; Now thou hast seen the Man-fear. Is 

 it not more terrible than the Death-look in the 

 eyes of Buck ? It is not well to kill Man, is it, 

 Comrades ? &quot; 



&quot; No ! &quot; they admitted surlily for they were 

 hungry. 



&quot; Come,&quot; said Rof, when the bitter cold 

 dawn hour colder than any of the others 

 warned them that the light was on its way, 

 cc trot we back on Mooswa s trail, and if the 

 Man continues to his Burrow, then go we our 

 path.&quot; 



When the light had grown stronger Fran9ois 

 peered about carefully. 



&quot; Blessed Virgin ! Mos Holy ob Mudders ! 1 

 t ink me dat prayer you hear ; dat wolves is gone 

 soor. To de good Pere Lacombe I give me big 

 presen for de Mission. I keep me dat promise 

 soor,&quot; crossing himself fervently, in confirmation. 



Blue Wolf was saying to the Pack as he trotted 

 along at their head : &amp;lt;c Only for the promise to 

 Mooswa the Hunt-man would have made a good 

 meal for us, Brothers.&quot; 



&quot; What are promises in the Hunger Year 



