floor. Mooween had probably pulled the 

 cork and rolled the jug about, lapping up 

 the contents as they came out When he 

 could get no more he had taken the jug 

 under his arm as he climbed through the 

 hole in the roof, and kept it now in his cool 

 den to lick it all over again for any stray 

 drops of molasses that he might have over- 

 looked. Perhaps also he found comfort in 

 putting his tongue or his nose into the 

 nozzle-mouth to smell the sweetness that 

 he could no longer reach. 



I have found one or two strange winter 

 dens of Mooween, and have followed his trail 

 uncounted miles through the snow when he 

 had been driven out of one kibcmantlum 

 and was seeking another in the remote fast- 

 nesses, making an unending trail with the 

 evident intention of tiring out any hunter 

 who should attempt to follow him. I have 

 found his bathing pools repeatedly, and 

 watched him in midsummer when he 

 sought out cool retreats a muddy eddy 

 in a trout brook under the alders, a mossy 

 hollow under the north side of a great sheer 



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