ioo FISHING FOR PLEASURE 



her, the dogs had treed a coon, and by the aid 

 of a great fire our author was trying "to shine 

 his eye " that is, to locate his game in the tree 

 tops by the fierce glow of his eyes flashing back 

 the firelight. It was seen at last, and one of the 

 hunters climbed the tree and tried to poke the 

 coon from his perch with a stout pole. Instead 

 of doing as was expected of him, mooweesuk, 

 who is always cool in the face of any danger, 

 came swiftly along the limb showing his teeth, 

 with a snarl in his nose that was unmistakable. 

 The hunter dropped his pole, pulled a revolver 

 from his pocket, and shot the coon, which in a 

 sudden rage turned and leaped for the howling 

 dogs forty feet below. In a flash there was a 

 terrible fight on mooweesuk, backed up against 

 a tree, began the cool, swift snaps and blows 

 that took all the courage out of half his enemies. 

 Now a dog was disabled by a single wolf grip on 

 his sensitive nose, now a favourite drew back 

 howling, half blinded by a lightning sweep across 

 both eyes. But the dogs were too many for any 

 one fighter, however brave. They leaped in upon 

 mooweesuk from the sides, and two powerful 

 dogs stretched him out; then, knowing that his 

 fight was almost lost, he twisted his head and 

 gave a sudden fierce cry the help call entirely 

 different from his screech and snarl of battle. 

 Like a flash another young coon appeared on 

 the scene, leaping from the tree top and hurling 



