I thought of Kookooskoos and my own head, but said nothing. They would
only have resented the suggestion.
Next day I found my caribou, and returned to the lumber camp before
sunset. At twilight there was Kookooskoos, an enormous fellow, looking
like the end of a big spruce stub, keeping sharp watch over the
clearing, and fortunately behind the camp where he could not see the
door. I called the men and set them crouching in the snow under the
low eaves.--"Stay there a minute and I'll show you the ghost." That
was all I told them.
Taking the skin of a hare which I had shot that day, I hoisted it
cautiously on a stick, the lumbermen watching curiously. A slight
scratch of the stick, a movement of the fur along the splits, then a
great dark shadow shot over our heads. It struck the stick sharply
and swept on and up into the spruces across the clearing, taking
Bunny's skin with it.
Then one big lumberman, who saw the point, jumped up with a yell and
danced a jig in the snow, like a schoolboy.
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