[Nomads of the North by James Oliver Curwood]@TWC D-Link bookNomads of the North CHAPTER ELEVEN 2/18
For these people of the forests it was MUKOO-SAWIN--the great Play Day of the year; the weeks in which they ran up new debts and established new credits at the Posts; the weeks in which they foregathered at every Post as at a great fair--playing, and making love, and marrying, and fattening up for the many days of hunger and gloom to come. It was because of this that the wild things had come fully into the possession of their world for a space.
There was no longer the scent of man in all the wilderness.
They were not hunted.
There were no traps laid for their feet, no poison-baits placed temptingly where they might pass.
In the fens and on the lakes the wildfowl squawked and honked unfearing to their young, just learning the power of wing; the lynx played with her kittens without sniffing the air for the menace of man; the cow moose went openly into the cool water of the lakes with their calves; the wolverine and the marten ran playfully over the roofs of deserted shacks and cabins; the beaver and the otter tumbled and frolicked in their dark pools; the birds sang, and through all the wilderness there was the drone and song of Nature as some Great Power must at first have meant that Nature should be.
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