id they were not one bit good. The truth is they are
very bitter, and taste good only to Reindeer and Caribou folks.

So Little White Fox went scratching away over the tundra and hillsides
to see what he could find. He was half way up the side of Cape Prince of
Wales Mountain when he came on the tracks of a stranger. "He must have
come down from the higher mountains," said Little White Fox to himself.
"I wonder who he is. I don't believe he is any bigger than I am, for his
tracks are very close together."

He followed the tracks, very curious to know who this newcomer might be.
Pretty soon he came to a tunnel right into the snow. There were several
tracks in and out of this, so he could not tell whether the stranger
were at home or not. Little White Fox knew now that the other fellow was
not so large as he, for the tunnel was almost too small for him to
enter. But he gathered his coat close around him and crowded in. He
rather hoped that he would not find the stranger at home, but that the
table would be set for dinner.

And that was just the way it was! Little White Fox knocked at the door,
and when no one answered, he walked right in. No,--the table wasn't set,
but in the storeroom there was plenty of food. Little White Fox did not
make the least fuss but set the table himself.

Now you might think that Little White Fox would eat only fresh eggs and
fish, but if you think so you are mistaken. He likes berries and roots,
and that is just what he had to eat that day,--blueberries from the
hillsides and nice juicy roots and bulbs from the tundra! My, they
tasted good!

He had just finished eating when something disturbed him. He had been
listening to the noise the wind made blowing across the entrance to the
tunnel. Now the wind didn't make any more noise,--not so he could hear
it, anyway. That meant that some one had entered the tunnel.

Now Little White Fox was not wishing to see any one just then. "Guess
I'd better find the other door to this house and go home," he said to
himself. But there wasn't any other door. Little White Fox wasn't
afraid, but then,--he just humped himself all up in a corner and wished
he didn't have to meet the stranger, that was all.

Well, sir! he had to laugh when he saw the stranger come in at the
door. He was the oddest little fellow you ever saw! He looked just like
Thunder, the big white rabbit, only his ears were short, his coat was
yellow, and he was ever so much smaller. Little