The old tree that had once been the coon's 

 house was blown down. When it missed the 

 tf^Jtffte BivfAer support and the wind-break of its fellows, it 

 could not stand alone, and toppled over in the 

 first storm. The old claw marks of Moowee- 

 suk were hidden deep under lichens. From 

 this ruined home I went to the den among 

 the rocks by the path that the coons used to 

 follow. The hunters had been here long ago ; 

 the den was pried open, the sheltering rocks 

 were thrust aside, and the interior was full 

 of last year's leaves. As I brushed them away 

 sadly to see what the house was like, my hand 

 struck something hard in a dark corner, and 

 I brought it out into the light again. It was 

 a little knot with a crook in it, all worn smooth 

 by much handling the plaything that I had 

 first seen, and that was now the last mem- 

 ory of a home where the Little Brothers to 

 the Bear had once lived and played together 

 happily. 



