VII. UPWEEKIS THE SHADOW. 



i,ONG 'go, O long time 'go," so says Simmo the 

 Indian, Upweekis the lynx came 

 to Clote Scarpe one day with a 

 .complaint. " See," he said, " you 

 are good to everybody but me. 

 Pekquam the fisher is cunning 

 and patient; he can catch what 

 he will. Lhoks the panther is 

 strong and tireless ; nothing can 

 get away from him, not even 

 the great moose. And Moo- 

 ween the bear sleeps all winter, when 

 game is scarce, and in summer eats 

 everything, — roots and mice and berries 

 and dead fish and meat and honey and' 

 red ants. So he is always full and 

 happy. But my eyes are no good; 

 they are bright, like Cheplahgan the 

 eagle's, yet they cannot see anything 

 unless it moves; for you have made 

 every creature that hides just like the 

 place he hides in. My nose is worse ; it cannot smell 



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