200 Ways of Wood Folk. 



is game for him. He will lie at the edge of a clearing 

 for hours, with the patience of a cat, waiting for turkey 

 or sheep or pig to come within range of his swift rush. 



His fondness for honey is well known. When he 

 has discovered a rotten tree in which wild bees have 

 hidden their store, he will claw at the bottom till it 

 falls. Curling one paw under the log he sinks the 

 claws deep into the wood. The other paw grips the 

 log opposite the first, and a single wrench lays it open. 

 The clouds of angry insects about his head meanwhile 

 are as little regarded as so many flies. He knows the 

 thickness of his skin, and they know it. When the 

 honey is at last exposed, and begins to disappear in 

 great hungry mouthfuls, the bees also fall upon it, to 

 gorge themselves with the fruit of their hard labor 

 before Mooween shall have eaten it all. 



Everything eatable in the woods ministers at times 

 to Mooween's need. Nuts and berries are favorite 

 dishes in their season. When these and other delica- 

 cies fail, he knows where to dig for edible roots. A 

 big caribou, wandering near his hiding place, is pulled 

 down and stunned by a blow on the head. Then, 

 when the meat has lost its freshness, he will hunt for 

 an hour after a wood-mouse he has seen run under a 

 stone, or pull a rotten log to pieces for the ants and 

 larv^ concealed within. 



These last are favorite dishes with him. In a 



