Written by Charles G. D. Roberts

The King of the Mamozekel

When the king of the Mamozekel barrens was born, he was one of the most ungainly of all calves,—a moose-calf. In the heart of a tamarack swamp, some leagues south from Nictau Mountain, was a dry little knoll of hardwood and pine undiscovered by the hunters, out of the track of the hunting beasts. Neither lynx, bear, nor panther had tradition of it...