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&quot; Where will it be ? &quot; cried Nekik, distressedly. 



&quot;In the water ! &quot; answered Carcajou, with brief 

 decision. 



&quot; Dreadful ! &quot; whimpered Otter. 



&quot; Fran9ois is a heartless wretch ! &quot; declared 

 Beaver. &quot; He tried to play that trick on me 



once.&quot; 



&quot; Where was that, Paddle-tail ? &quot; queried Jack, 

 who was always eager for a bit of gossip. 



&quot; It was when I lived up on Pembina River. 

 You know the way with us Beavers we always 

 take a month or two of holiday every Summer, 

 and visit our Friends. It was in June I re 

 member ; I opened the Lodge to let it air, and 

 started down stream with my whole family. Of 

 course we passed many Beaver-roads running to 

 the river, and when we thought they belonged to 

 friends we d pull out and go up on the bank. 

 Carcajou, you know the little round bowl of 

 mud we Beaver leave on our river-roads for 

 visitors cards ? &quot; 



c&amp;lt; Yes,&quot; replied Wolverine ; &quot; they re a rather 

 good idea. You always know just who has 

 passed, don t you ? &quot; 



&quot; Yes, we can tell, generally. Well, as I was 

 saying, we went up the bank in one of these Roads, 

 and by the odour of the little clay mound I knew 

 that Red Jowl, a cousin of mine, was just inside 



