MOOSWA 



too long drawn out, or a misjudged circle with 

 one of the followers travelling wide of my trail, 

 that may cause me to come within reach of their 

 Firestick.&quot; 



&quot; Well, you might not reach Red Stone Brook 

 in one day,&quot; asserted Blue Wolf; &quot;so perchance 

 you may need help the second. You 11 find the 

 Man just below Big Rapids.&quot; 



&quot; I 11 start to-night,&quot; said Mooswa, &quot; for The 

 Boy must get help from his own kind soon. He 

 is sick of the wounded leg also of a half-filled 

 stomach ; but then there is another illness that 

 neither I nor any of us can understand. Perhaps 

 it is of that thing the Factor said Men had 

 and would sell for the evil fire-water the soul. 

 One time the eyes of The Boy are all right, even 

 as yours, Rof, or mine, seeing the things that 

 are ; and then a look comes in them that is like 

 the darkening of a purple Moose-flower when 

 the sunlight is suddenly chased away by a cloud. 

 Then this Boy, that is a Man-Cub, talks to his 

 Mother, and his Sister, and calls to the things 

 he names Angels, up on the roof; though I know 

 not what they may be, because it is only little 

 humpbacked Carcajou dropping wood down the 

 chimney. Yes, that s what it must be,&quot; Mooswa 

 continued, reflectively, &quot; the sickness of this Soul- 

 thing the Men-kind have, for The Boy laughs, 



