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King ; &quot; but how shall we get it to the hands of 

 our Man-Cub?&quot; 



c Place it in the bowl of my horns,&quot; said 

 Mooswa, &quot; and I will lay it at his door.&quot; 



&quot; Yet the Fat-eating may be on one side of the 

 wooden gate, and The Boy starve on the other,&quot; 

 remarked Whisky-Jack, thoughtfully. 



&quot; I will knock with my horns, and The Boy 

 will open the gate thinking it is Fran9ois.&quot; 



&quot; Even with a full stomach he may perish from 

 the frost-death,&quot; continued Jack ; &quot; for now he 

 cannot cut wood for his chimney though the 

 fire still lives, for I saw its blue breath above the 

 roof as I came away.&quot; 



&quot;Call Umisk,&quot; ordered Black King; &quot;he is 

 a wood-cutter.&quot; 



&amp;lt;c Excellent, excellent ! &quot; sneezed Carcajou, in a 

 wheezy voice, for the blizzard had set a cold on 

 his lungs. &quot; If Chisel-tooth will cut fire-wood 

 I 11 drop it down the chimney, and The Boy 

 may yet be kept alive until Franois returns. 

 Come with me, Daddy Long-legs,&quot; he continued, 

 addressing Mooswa, &quot;and we ll have a look for 

 that cached Fat-eating in this wilderness of white- 

 frosted water.&quot; 



After a tiresome search they found the bacon 

 that had been hidden by the little hunchback. 

 Mooswa carried it to the Shack, dropping it at 



