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A jug of molasses was more rational but it 

 added to his thirst, also turned the white coat 

 he had evolved from the flour-mixture into a 

 dismal coffee colour. 



Great Animals ! but he was having a time. 

 Whisky-Jack, from his post outside, kept en 

 couraging him from time to time, as the din of 

 things moving rapidly in the interior came to his 

 delighted ears. &quot; Bravo ! What s broken ? &quot; 

 he screamed, when the pail met with its^downfall. 



The blankets dried the floor a bit after in 

 dustrious little Wolverine had hauled them up 

 and down a few times. This evidently gave him 

 satisfaction, for he worked most energetically. 



Two sides of fat bacon reclined sleepily under 

 the bed a mouthful filled Carcajou with joy. 

 Great Eating ! but if he had that much food in 

 his Burrow he need n t do a stroke of work all 

 Winter. He tried to carry a side up the chim 

 ney ; and got started with it all right, for an 

 iron bar had been built across the mud fire-place 

 to hang pots on, which gave him a foothold ; a 

 little higher up he slipped, and clattered down, 

 bacon and all, burning his feet in coals that lin 

 gered from the morning s fire. The sight of dis 

 turbed cinders floating from the chimney-top 

 intimated to Jack what had happened, and he 

 whistled with joy. 



