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cc Fran9ois will trail you,&quot; declared the Bird. 



&quot; He may do that,&quot; admitted Wolverine, &quot; but 

 he 11 not find the Eating. Has he a scent-nose 

 of the Woods to see it through many covers of 

 snow ? &quot; 



&quot; This is just lovely ! &quot; piped Jack, hopping 

 about in the dough ; &quot; it s like the mud at White 

 Clay River. Butter ! &quot; he screamed in delight, 

 perching on the edge of a wooden firkin, off 

 which his friend had knocked the top. &quot; I just 

 love this stuff it puts a gloss on one s feathers. 

 We are having our revenge, are n t we, old 

 Plaster-coat ? &quot; 



&quot; I am Whe-e-e-cugh ! &quot; cried the fat little 

 desperado, coughing much flour from his clogged 

 lungs. 



&quot; I say, Hunchback, would n t you like to be 

 a Man, and have all these things to eat, without 

 the eternal worry of stealing them ? I should 

 I d be eating butter all the time ; &quot; and Jack 

 drove his beak with great rapidity into the firkin s 

 yellow contents. 



&quot; I 11 return in a minute after I ve cached 

 this,&quot; said Wolverine, as he backed out of the 

 Shack dragging a big piece of bacon. 



&quot; Oh, my strong Friend of much Brain, please 

 cache this wooden-thing of Yellow-eating for 

 me,&quot; pleaded Jay, when Carcajou reappeared. 



