"It's a song of my Crow Cousins. I'll repeat a line for your fur-filled ears:--
"'There were three crows sat on a tree,
And they were black as crows could be;
Said one of them unto his mate,
Let's catch old Carcajou to ate!'"
"All of a kind flock together," retorted Wolverine; "Birds, and Boys, and Fools!"
Jack chuckled. To have roused Carcajou's anger was something to start the day with.
"Plenty of Water to you all, Comrades," greeted Beaver pleasantly, patting a smooth seat for himself with his tail, as he joined the others.
"Where is the Man?" queried Black King.
"Sleeping!" answered Jack. "He makes a noise with his nose like fat Muskwa does when he runs from Grizzly."
"That's a pretty lodge," remarked Beaver, critically. "When will they flood it?"
"Stupid! they don't live in water," reproved Jay. "If it is wet they make a little hollow path and run the water off."
"Is that a Dead-fall, Jack?" asked Muskwa, pointing his gray nozzle at a small square building that was three logs high.