And yet I believe that Muskwa would know me should we chance to meet again.

I like to think that he has not forgotten the sugar, and the scores of times he cuddled up close to me at night, and the hunts we had together after roots and berries, and the sham fights with which we amused ourselves so often in camp.

But, after all, perhaps he would not forgive me for that last day when we ran away from him so hard--leaving him alone to his freedom in the mountains.
JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD.
Owosso, Michigan, May 5, 1916.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS "As Thor had more than once come into contact with porcupine quills, he hesitated." "Like the wind Thor bore down on the flank of the caribou, swung a little to one side, and then without any apparent effort--still like a huge ball--he bounded in and upward, and the short race was done." "They headed up the creek-bottom, bending over from their saddles to look at every strip of sand they passed for tracks.

They had not gone a quarter of a mile when Bruce gave a sudden exclamation and stopped." "'Come on!' he cried.

'The black's dead! If we hustle we can get our grizzly!'" THE GRIZZLY KING.