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"I s'pose you'll all take a rest now," he said persuasively, for he was longing to hear about Father Beaver's encounter with the Otter, and thought that he would not mind trying some of that maple syrup himself. But the Beavers were only just getting into their work, as they told him gaily, though he, of course, might take a nap. They were still at it when he awoke next morning.

"You're a terrible sight!" she told him severely. "What have you been doing?" "I've been having fun with Dodger the Deer," Nimble explained. "But to tell the truth, it wasn't as much fun as I had expected." Nimble Deer had stopped at Brownie Beaver's pond to get a drink. Just as he raised his head from the water he spied Brownie a little way off, on the bank, gnawing at a box alder tree.

On the appointed day the man possessed of land and money came to receive his lovely bride but, oh, what grief! the bird had flown to the wilderness there to dwell in some green valley, there to build her nest and rear her young, far from the haunts of men, and cook the hunter's savory fare, and wear the beaver's richest furs, when sullen winter there may frown.

A Brigham Youngish sort of conception of beaver domestic economy! That same summer another trapper in Middle Park, not many miles from the first, gave me his version of a beaver's domestic life. "Don't think they mate at all," he told me; "they're always working to beat time or else they're wanderin' off somewhere lookin' up good cuttin' timber and dam sites." Now, I am sure that Mr. and Mrs.

Crack crack crack! went the Indians' rifles, and as the echoes ran down the canyon, they yelled fiercely and pressed on, the Beaver's men yelling back a defiance, and giving them shot for shot, one of which took deadly effect. There was a fierce yelling from down below as the savages pressed upwards, and the perils of the whole party were rapidly increasing.

The rifle-shots acted like magic, sending the Apaches back to cover, where they began to return the fire briskly enough, though they did no more harm than to flatten their bullets, some of which dropped harmlessly into the rifle-pits, and were coolly appropriated by the Beaver's followers for melting down anew. "Don't shoot, my lads," said Joses before long; "it is only wasting ammunition.

He came to where Grey Beaver's tepee had stood. In the centre of the space it had occupied, he sat down. He pointed his nose at the moon. His throat was afflicted by rigid spasms, his mouth opened, and in a heart- broken cry bubbled up his loneliness and fear, his grief for Kiche, all his past sorrows and miseries as well as his apprehension of sufferings and dangers to come.

From that hour the Beaver's followers took the place of the lancers, leading the van and closing up the rear, as well as constantly hovering along the sides of the long waggon-train, which they guarded watchfully as if it were their own particular charge.

On land he could have freed himself from Broken Tooth's hold without an effort. But under water the old beaver's grip was more deadly than would have been the fangs of a lynx ashore. There was a sudden swirl of water as a second beaver circled close about the struggling pair. Had he closed in with Broken Tooth, Kazan's struggles would quickly have ceased.

But there are plenty of people who would think they had done something quite clever if they had gnawed through a tree with their teeth though that was something that never once entered Brownie Beaver's head. "Why don't you get some new clothes?" It was Mr. Frog that asked the question; and he asked it of Brownie Beaver, who was at work on top of his house. Mr.