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their claws wildly, Noel and Mooka would 

 caper alongside, cracking a little whip and 



find Mooka crying " Hi ' hi ' C3esar! Hiya ' Wolf ! Hi ' 



^ a ^ hiya, hiya, yeeee! " — and then shrieking with 

 laughter as the sledge overturned and the 

 crabs took to fighting and scratching in the 

 tangled harness, just like the husky dogs in 

 winter. Mooka was trying to untangle them, 

 dancing about to keep her bare toes and fin- 

 gers away from the nipping claws, when she 

 jumped up with a yell, the biggest crab hang- 

 ing to the end of her finger. 



" Owee ! oweeeee ! Caesar bit me," she 

 wailed. Then she stopped, with finger in 

 her mouth, while Caesar scrambled headlong 

 into the tide ; for Noel was standing on the 

 beach pointing at a brown sail far down in 

 the deep bay, where Southeast Brook came 

 singing from the green wilderness. 



" Ohe, Mooka ! there 's father and Old 

 Tomah come back from salmon fishing." 



" Let 's go meet urn, little brother," said 

 Mooka, her black eyes dancing; and in a 

 wink crabs and sledges were forgotten. The 

 old punt was off in a shake, the tattered sail 



