"Bring out the official parchment," called the King, when Dog Trophy had told his story.
Tomcat ran quickly to the garret, sprang to the beam where he had tucked the precious document, and then set up a "maou" of anger and dismay. The mice had nibbled the valuable parchment into tiny scraps!
Tomcat vowed, then and there, that no mouse should escape his claws from that day on.
The King of the Dogs sent Tomcat away in disgrace, and the dogs agreed that thereafter they would chase a cat whenever they should see one.
But, Dog Trophy lost his roast of beef.
The Miser of Takhoma[1]
Long, long ago, Miser lived near the foot of Takhoma. He never was happy. When food was scarce and the tribe were starving, Miser could find fish in secret places in the streams. When the snows were deep and the black-necked elk hid in the dark places of the forest, he could still secure meat. His skill
- ↑ From Myths and Legends of the Pacific Northwest, by Katharine B. Judson (A. C. McClurg & Co.). (Abridged.)
