VIL UPWEEKIS THE SHADOW. 



ONG 'go, O long time 'go," so says Simmo the 

 Indian, Upweekis the lynx came 

 to Clote Scarpe one day with a 

 complaint. "See," he said, "you 

 are good to everybody but me. 

 Pekquam the fisher is cunning 

 and patient; he can catch what 

 he will. Lhoks the panther is 

 strong and tireless ; nothing can 

 get away from him, not even 

 the great moose. And Moo- 

 ween the bear sleeps all winter, when 

 game is scarce, and in summer eats 

 everything, roots and mice and berries 

 and dead fish and meat and honey and 

 red ants. So he is always full and 

 happy. But my eyes are no good ; 

 they are bright, like Cheplahgan the 

 eagle's, yet they cannot see anything 

 unless it moves; for you have made 

 every creature that hides just like the 



place he hides in. My nose is worse ; it cannot smell 



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