Way-Atcha, the Coon-Raccoon 
sought. Their powers were nearly even. They 
rolled and tugged, while their families squalled, 
and in a moment both went reeling, and splash, into 
the deep, cool pool. There is nothing like cool 
water for cooling. The fighters broke apart, and 
when they scrambled out they both felt a wonderful 
change. They had no more desire to fight. Each 
now was indifferent to the fact that the other was 
hunting on his grounds. They were in truth cooled 
off. 
There were some angry looks perhaps, and a few 
low growls, but each with his family set about hunt- 
ing round the pond, one keeping the thickwood 
side, the other the open side. 
This was the beginning, and in time they all be- 
came good friends, for the hunting was plenty for 
both. The children feasted till their bodies were 
quite round in front and they were glad once more 
to climb their big smooth tree. 
THE WAYWARD CHILD 
Way-atcha strongly disapproved of many things 
his mother did. If she wished to go downstream 
when his plan was to go up, she must be wrong. If 
she was hindered by some trifling noise from going 
to get supper at supper time, it meant senseless 
annoyance for all. If she was afraid of that curi- 
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