The swear-words left out of "Whiskey Jack's" extensive vocabulary are supplied by the trapper whose line has been despoiled of every bait by the feathered thief. Personally, I would pat Johnnie on his fluffy back and feed him every dainty in the camp — but then I am not a trapper.
The struggle for existence is as bitter as the bleak cold land which these birds inhabit and any surplus is hidden. One bird secreted a quart of unshelled peanuts in exactly six minutes and they were stored under bark crevices at varying distances. He ate sixteen as fast as possible before starting storage operations.
Their tameness and impudence are attractive virtues and they give a touch of vivid life to the desolate and silent northland camps. One impetuous fellow tried to snatch a flapjack out of the pan while I was cooking it! He didn't have any luck but I shared the cakes with him by throwing bits toward his fluffy form, and he caught most of them in the air.
From coniferous tree-limit south to Nova Scotia and northern Maine. West to Alberta and Dakota. In extreme winters rarely south to Massachusetts.