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XVIII. LITTLE WHITE FOX COMES HOME 122

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"Such ugly, bent noses I never saw before in all
my life, either." _Frontispiece_

"Now," he said, when he had finished fishing, "we
will have dinner." PAGE 38

Little White Bear knew right away what he had done. " 52

"I am going to make your teeth chatter so you can't
call your master." " 81

Big White Bear popped right up out of the ocean! " 119

She was going back to his own dear beach. " 128

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

Six of the Little White Fox Stories appeared serially in the
_Continent_, to whose publishers my thanks are due for permission to
publish them in book form.

LITTLE WHITE FOX AND HIS ARCTIC FRIENDS

CHAPTER I

LITTLE WHITE FOX MAKES A DISCOVERY

Little White Fox was very, very much worried, for something dreadful had
happened, something he couldn't account for at all: Tdariuk, the
reindeer, was dead!

Tdariuk was not related to Little White Fox. And he wasn't a bit in the
world like him. He was many times bigger than Little White Fox would
ever be, and he was quite different from him in every way. But all the
same, Little White Fox loved him. If you had asked him why he loved the
big reindeer, he would probably have told you that, for one thing,
Tdariuk, in spite of his huge body, was very gentle and kind. None of
the little animals of the tundra was afraid of him. Little Mrs.
Ptarmigan calmly hunted for dry blueberries and weed seed right beside
him while he cropped his moss. And when he drew close to the shore by
the sea, Little Brown Seal never thought of such a thing as slipping off
his rock and hiding in the water. Even if there were no other reason,
wouldn't Tdariuk's gentleness alone make Little White Fox love him?

Now when Little White Fox discovered that his big, kind friend was dead,
he ran home as fast as his legs could carry him to tell his mother the
sad news.

"Mother! Mother!" he called tumbling into his home under the great rock,
"Tdariuk is dead!"

"Tdariuk dead!" cried Madam White Fox. "Who could have been mean enough
to kill him?"

"I don't know who killed him, but he's dead, I know that," said Little
White Fox, the tears running down his cheeks.

"It must have been Old