256 MOOSWA 



&amp;lt;c This is the queerest thing I ever saw in 

 my life,&quot; said Donald Bain. &quot;I Ve heard of a 

 hunted fox, close run, taking refuge in a house, 

 but this Moose staggering into the Shack is very- 

 extraordinary. Who kept the fire going and fed 

 you, McGregor ? &quot; he asked. 



&quot; Oh, I prayed every night, and in the day too, 

 and the Angels came and dropped wood down 

 the chimney, and fish, and bacon.&quot; 



Donald s companion tapped his forehead sig 

 nificantly, and, turning his face away, stalked over 

 to the fire and poked it vigorously. 



&quot; Mooswa came every day,&quot; added The Boy. 

 &quot;He s the Moose Father used to have at the 

 Fort I didn t know him at first, and was 

 afraid.&quot; 



&quot; Oh, ho-o-o ! &quot; exclaimed the big man, end 

 ing with a distinct whistle. &quot; I remember him. 

 He took to the bush when he was a two-year-old. 

 That accounts for his coming to the Shack he 

 could n t quite shake off the civilization he got. 

 Here, Dave,&quot; he continued, addressing the 

 other man, &quot; get a pail of water, and give the 

 wounded beast a drink.&quot; 



&quot; He s killed four of the best hounds ever 

 came to the North-west,&quot; Dave remonstrated, 

 looking at Mooswa. 



&quot; So would you, man, if you could, when they 



