""First we run for our lives, Then we fight for our lives: And we turn at bay when the killer drives."
"Bravo, bravo!" applauded Whisky-Jack. "Don"t fret about the Indian, old Jelly-Nose. I"m glad you killed him. I"ve heard the White Trappers say that the only good Indians are the dead ones."
"My own opinion is that Indians are a fat-meat sight better than the Whites," declared Carcajou; "they don"t tell as many lies, and they won"t steal. They never lock a door here, but they do in the Whiteman"s land. An Indian just puts his food down any place, or up on a cache, and n.o.body touches it; only, of course, the White Men who were here in the Boundaries last year looking for the yellow-sand--they stole from the caches."
"n.o.body?" screamed Jay. "n.o.body? What do you call yourself, Carcajou?
How many bags of flour have you ripped open that didn"t belong to you?
How many pounds of bacon have melted away because of your hot mouth? I know. I"ve heard Ambrose, and Francois, and every other Trapper from the Landing to Fort Simpson swear you"re the biggest thief since the time of Wiesahkechack. Why, you"re as bad as a White Man by your own showing."
"Gently, Brother, gently. Didst ever hear your Men Friends tell the story of the pot and the kettle? Besides, is it unfair that I, or any of us, take a little from those who come here to steal the coats off our backs, and the lives from our hearts?"
"Indeed thou art the pot, Carcajou," retorted Jack; "but what do I steal? True, I took the piece of soap thinking it was b.u.t.ter; but that was a trifle, not the size of a Trap Bait; and if I take the Meat out of their Traps I do so that my Comrades may not be caught?"
"It is written in the Law of the Forest that is not stealing," said Black King, solemnly. "The Bait that is put in the Trap is for those of the Forest, so come it they be not caught; and even though the Trappers say otherwise, there is no wrong in taking it."
"I also take the Bait-meat," cried Wolverine, "for the good of my Brothers; but I spring the Trap too, lest by accident they put their foot in it."
"I also know Nichemous," broke in Umisk, the Beaver. "He cut a hole in the roof of my house one day, first blocking up the front door thinking we were inside, and meaning to catch us; he had his trouble for nothing, for I got the whole family out just in the nick of time; but I"d like to make him pay for repairs to the roof. I don"t know any animal so bad as a Man, unless it"s a Hermit Beaver."
"What"s a Hermit Beaver, you of the little fore-feet?" asked Jay.
Umisk sighed wearily. "For a Bird that has travelled as much as you have, Jack, you are wondrous devoid of knowledge. Have you never seen Red Jack, the Hermit?"
"I have," declared Pisew, "he has a piece out of the side of his tail."
"Perhaps you have, perhaps you have; but all hermits are marked that way--that"s the sign. You see, once in a while a Beaver is born lazy--won"t work--will do nothing but steal other people"s Poplar and eat it. First we reason with him, and try to encourage him to work; if that fails we bite a piece out of his tail as a brand, and turn him out of the community. I marked Red Jack that way myself; I boarded him for a whole Winter, though, first."
"Served him right," concurred Whisky-Jack.
"Yes, Nichemous is a bad lot," said Carcajou, reflectively; "but he"s no worse than Francois."
Black Fox rose, stretched himself, yawned, and said: "The Meeting is over for to-day; three s.p.a.ces of darkness from this we meet here again; there is some business of the Hunting Boundaries to do, and Wapoos has a complaint to make."
"I"m off," whistled Whisky-Jack. "Good-bye, Your Majesty. You fellows have got to hunt your dinner, I"m going to dine with some Men--I like my food cooked."
Each of the Animals slipped away, leaving Black Fox and his Mother, the Red Widow.
"I"m proud of you, my Son," said the Fox Mother. "Come home with me, I"ve got something rare for dinner."
"What is it, Dame?"
"A nice, fat Wavey" (kind of goose).
"What! Wawao, who nests in the Athabasca Lake? You make my mouth water, Mother. These Mossberry-fed Partridge are so dry they give me indigestion; besides, I never saw them so scarce as they are this year."
"It was the great fire the river Boatmen started in the Summer which burnt up all their eggs that makes them so scarce, Son. Do you not remember how we had to fly to the river, and lie for days with our noses just above water to escape the heat?"
"It"s an ill wind, Mother, that blows n.o.body good, for it nearly cured me of fleas. My fur is not like Beaver"s. But the Wavies fly high, and do not nest hereabout--how came you by the Fat Bird?"
"A Hunter hurt it with his Firestick, and it fell in the water with a broken wing. I was watching. I think he is still looking down the river for his Wavey."
THE LAW OF THE BOUNDARIES
Three days later, as had been spoken in the Council, Black King, accompanied by three Fox Brothers, and his Mother the Red Widow, crept cautiously into the open s.p.a.ce that was fringed by a tangle of Red and Gray Willows, inside of which grew a second frieze of Raspberry Bushes, sat on his haunches and peered discontentedly, furtively about. There was n.o.body, nothing in sight--nothing but the dilapidated old Hudson"s Bay Company"s Log Shack that had been a Trading Post, and against which Time had leaned so heavily that the rotted logs were sent sprawling in a disconsolate heap.
"This does not look overmuch like our Council Court, does it, Dame?" he asked of the Red Widow. "I, the King, am first to arrive--ah, here is Rof!" as Blue Wolf slouched into the open, his froth-lined jaws swinging low in suspicious watchfulness.
"I"m late," he growled, sniffing at each bush and stump as he made the circuit of the Court. "What! only Your Majesty and the Red Widow here as yet. It"s bad form for our Comrades to keep the King waiting."
While Blue Wolf was still speaking the Willows were thrust open as though a tree had crashed through them, and Mooswa"s ma.s.sive head protruded, just for all the world as if hanging from a wall in the hall of some great house. His Chinese-shaped eyes blinked at the light.
"May I be knock-kneed," he wheezed plaintively, "if it didn"t take me longer to do those thirty miles this morning than I thought it would--the going was so soft. I should have been here on time, though, if I hadn"t struck just the loveliest patch of my favourite weed at Little Rapids--where the fire swept last year, you know."
"That"s what the Men call Fire-weed," cried Carcajou, pushing his strong body through the fringe of berry bushes.
"That"s because they don"t know," retorted Mooswa; "and because it always grows in good soil after the Fire has pa.s.sed, I suppose."
"Where does the seed come from, Mooswa?" asked Lynx, who had come up while they were talking. "Does the Fire bring it?"
"I don"t know," answered the Bull Moose.
"It is not written in Man"s books, either," affirmed Carcajou.
"Can the King, who is so wise, tell us?" pleaded Fisher, who had arrived.
"Manitou sends it!" Black Fox a.s.serted decisively.
"The King answers worthily," declared Wolverine. "If Mooswa can stand in the Fire-flower until it tops his back, and eat of the juice-filled stalk without straining his short neck until his belly is like the gorge of a Sturgeon, what matters how it has come. Let the Men, who are silly creatures, bother over that. Manitou has sent it, and it is good; that is enough for Mooswa."
"You are late, Nekik," said the King, severely; "and you, too, Sakwasu."
"I am lame!" pleaded Otter.
"My ear is bleeding!" said Mink.
"Who got the Fish?" queried Carcajou. They both tried to look very innocent.
"What Fish?" asked Black Fox.
"My Fish," replied Mink.
"Mine!" claimed Otter, in the same breath.
Wolverine winked solemnly at the Red Widow.