MOOSWA 



ing backwards, so it will look more like the 

 trough-trail of Nekik, who slides on his belly 

 through the deep snow. And Blue Wolf s nose 

 will discover only the scent of smoke-tainted 

 meat, for it will come last over my tracks. Ha, 

 ha ! &quot; he laughed disagreeably ; &quot; we 11 see who 

 lives through the Year of Distress by the aid 

 of his brains.&quot; 



And while Pisew chuckled and made straight 

 for the big Spruce where was hidden the bacon, 

 Jack flew to the Council. To them the Bird said, 

 &quot; Keep you all well hid in the bush close to the 

 Bait ; I will hide in the big tree which has a hol 

 low, and when Pisew s neck is in the noose will 

 signal.&quot; 



With long springing lopes Lynx bounded close 

 to where Mooswa s road crossed the ice-bridge 

 of the Pelican. Nearing it he walked steadily, 

 making as little trail as possible. 



&quot; Yes, it is cached in there,&quot; he muttered, 

 spreading his broad nostrils, and filling them 

 with the tantalizing perfume of bacon. &quot; Car 

 cajou has also been to look at it this morning, 

 for here are his tracks.&quot; 



He wasted little time investigating there was 

 no fear of a Trap, for it was not Man s work ; 

 also he must not leave tell-tale tracks about ; 



