"Yes, I'm afraid so," returned Eiseeyou.
"Is Whitie happy? Does he like to be shut up?"
"No," said Eiseeyou truthfully. "He is very unhappy and he does not like to be shut up. He is so unhappy that he will not eat."
"Then I will let him out. I do not want to see if Whitie is to be sorry all the time."
Eiseeyou then explained very patiently that this was impossible, as he had told the white man he would help him. He also said that many white children would love Whitie once he arrived at Quebec, and that he would be happy when he got used to the white men's ways. But he must eat now. Do you want to feed him a fish?
Oumauk's mind was diverted by this thought so they at once proceeded to the cage where the great white bear still lay with his head between his paws groaning and sighing.
"Oh, Whitie, Whitie, Oumauk is here. He has come," cried the child. At the sound of the childish voice the White Czar
