OWN on the shore, that same 

 bright June afternoon, little -. 

 Noel and his sister Mooka were going on 

 wonderful sledge journeys, meeting wolves 

 and polar bears and caribou and all sorts of 

 adventures, more wonderful by far than any 

 that ever came to imagination astride of a 

 rocking-horse. They had a rare team of dogs, 

 Caesar and Wolf and Grouch and the rest, 

 — five or six uneasy crabs which they had 

 caught and harnessed to a tiny sledge made 

 from a curved root and a shingle tied together 

 with a bit of sea-kelp. And when the crabs 



scurried away over the hard sand, waving 



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