Noel and Mooka 
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mountain a stag caribou, small and fine and clear as a 
cameo against the blue sky, where they had so often 
noticed him with wonder watching them as they came 
shouting home with the tide. Instantly Noel threw 
himself against the steering oar; the punt came up 
floundering and shaking in the wind. 
“ Come on, little sister; we can go up Fox Brook. 
Tomah showed me trail.” And forgetting the salmon, 
as they had a moment before forgotten the crabs and 
sledges, these two children of the wild, following every 
breeze and bird call and blossoming bluebell and shin¬ 
ing star alike, tumbled ashore and went hurrying up the 
brook, splashing through the shallows, darting like king¬ 
fishers over the points, and jumping like wild goats 
from rock to rock. In an hour they were far up the 
mountain, lying side by side on a great flat rock, looking 
across a deep impassable valley and over two rounded 
hilltops, where the scrub spruces looked like pins on a 
cushion, to the bare, rugged hillside where Megaleep 
stood out like a watchman against the blue sky. 
“Does he see us, little brother?” whispered Mooka, 
quivering with excitement and panting from the rapid 
climb. 
“See us? sartin, little sister; but that only make him 
want peek um some more,” said the little hunter. And 
raised carelessly on his elbows he was telling Mooka 
how Megaleep the caribou trusted only his nose, and 
