186 MOOSWA 



&quot; By the Year of Famine ! but it s delicious it 

 must be great for a Singer s throat. Did I ever 

 tell you how I was sold once at Wapiscaw over a 

 bit of butter ? &quot; 



&quot;No, my guzzling Friend nor would you 

 now, if you did n t want me to do a favour,&quot; 

 grunted the industrious toiler, rolling Whisky- 

 Jack s tub of butter off into the Forest. 



&quot; Well, it was this way I saw a cake of 

 this Yellow-eating in the Factor s Shack ; you 

 know the square holes they leave for light it 

 was in one of those. I swooped down and tried 

 to drive my beak into it &quot; 



&quot; Like the hot pork,&quot; interrupted the tub- 

 roller. 



&quot; Never mind, Carey, old Boy, let by-gones 

 be by-gones I dove my beak fair at the Yel 

 low Thing, and, would you believe it, nearly 

 broke my neck against something hard which was 

 between me and the Eating I couldn t see it, 

 though.&quot; 



&quot; Ha, ha, he-e-e-e- ! &quot; laughed Carcajou. &quot; You 

 bone-headed Bird that was glass Man s 

 glass they put it in those holes to keep the frost, 

 Whisky-Jacks, and other evil things out I know 

 what it is. There ! now your Yellow-eating is 

 safe Francois won t find it,&quot; he added, pushing 

 snow against the log under which lay the hidden 



