near on all fours to the edge of an old 

 bridge, when the logs creaked under my 

 weight and he looked up from his washing 3%/lff/ orofner 



and saw me. He left his catch- on the ~ 



instant and came up the brook, part wading, 

 part swimming, put his forepaws on the low 

 bridge, poked his head up over the edge, and 

 looked at me steadily, his face within ten 

 feet of mine. He disappeared after a few 

 moments and I crawled to the edge of the 

 bridge to see what it was that he was wash- 

 ing. A faint scratching made me turn 

 round, and there he was, his paws up on the 

 other edge of the bridge, looking back at the 

 queer man-thing that he had never seen 

 before. He had passed under the bridge to 

 look at me from the other side, as a fox 

 invariably does if you keep still enough. 

 The game that he was washing was a big 

 frog, and after a few moments he circled the 

 bridge, grabbed his catch, and disappeared 

 into the woods. 



Near towns where he is much hunted 

 Mooweesuk has grown wilder, like the fox, 

 and learned a hundred tricks that formerly 



