game, in the nearest log, and will rush out from ^ 

 his hiding to drive away the prowlers that 

 would not leave a single bone by morning. 



Occasionally in the snow you may read 

 the story of his watch and guard, and 

 then a curious thing sometimes comes out. 

 Scarcely has he eaten his full and yawned 

 sleepily when some prowler comes up on 

 his trail to share the feast. If it be another 

 fisher, Pequam stands aside when he is satis- 

 fied and makes no objection; for the hun- 

 gry beggar is a young animal, not yet big 

 enough to kill for himself. The older ani- 

 mals are solitary, each hunting over a wide 

 territory and rarely, except in famine, cross- 

 ing over to the hunting-grounds of any other 

 fisher; but the young have not yet found 

 their own places, and follow freely where 

 they will. Pequam, if one may believe his 

 tracks, recognizes this and gives his crumbs 

 ungrudgingly to his hungry kinsmen. 



When the foxes appear you read another 

 story. Before Pequam has half finished they 

 come trotting up on his trail, and squat on 

 their tails in a hungry circle around him. 



77?eTraffof/fie 

 Cunning One 



