Jones talked of his little musk-oxen calves and joyfully watched them dig for moss in the snow.

When will you fight, little musk-rat?

In less time than he had taken to capture one buffalo calf, with half the escort, he had all the little musk-oxen bound fast.

Under the very shadow of the tepee, where the little musk-oxen had been tethered, they lay stretched out pathetically on crimson snow-stiffstone-cold ,dead

Of all Jones's prizes of captured wild beasts-whichnumbered nearly every species common to western North America-hetook greatest pride in the little musk-oxen.