it right down on Tusks and kill
him. He had plenty to eat at home, but he thought this would be a fine
chance to get some fresh meat.

Just when he was getting ready to throw it, something happened. Little
White Fox came round the corner of the hill, looking here, there, and
everywhere for Big White Bear. He came on round and round till he was
just above Big White Bear, and then all at once he saw him! He was so
glad he had found Big White Bear, that he stood right up on his two feet
and gave one big, big laugh, "Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! Yak! Yak! Yak!" just like
that.

There was never a worse scared bear than Big White Bear in all the
world! He had a guilty conscience, for he knew it was not right to throw
a rock on poor, tired Tusks, and when he heard Little White Fox laugh,
he didn't know who it was. It might be some one very big and dangerous.
It might be Omnok, the hunter, with his terrible gun! Big White Bear
just trembled and trembled, and the rock fell from his powerful paws and
went splashing into the water without hurting Tusks at all. But when he
looked around to see who had laughed at him, he couldn't see any one at
all. Little White Fox knew a whole lot better than to let Big White Bear
see him just then! But just after that Little White Fox did a very
thoughtless thing. He was so hungry and wanted so much to see where Big
White Bear had his kitchen, that he forgot all about his mother telling
him to come back to the big rock, and away he went, after Big White Bear
all by himself.

CHAPTER XIII

BIG WHITE BEAR'S KITCHEN

"I mustn't lose Big White Bear," thought Little White Fox, "and I
mustn't let him see me. Oh! My! No! I mustn't do that, for he is a big,
big fellow and who knows what he might do to me?" So he slipped along
behind very slyly, hiding behind this rock and that one, behind this
snow pile and that one, very carefully indeed.

But Big White Bear was nearly as badly frightened as Little White Fox.
"What was that great big laugh?" he kept thinking to himself. And every
time he thought of it, he looked behind him, and I am sure he really
expected to see Omnok, the hunter, step right out with his terrible gun.
But by and by, when he had gone down the mountain and across the tundra
and over the little lakes, he was not so much afraid, and he began to
grow hungry. Now that was just what Little White Fox hoped would happen,
for he was very hungry himself and very curious besides to see where Big