In Beaver-Land 163 



ders, living a day or a week in a place, as the 

 humor seizes him. 



When the first frost touches the soft maples 

 along the waterways, he turns his nose home- 

 ward. 



Meanwhile the female beavers have been 

 rearing the young, and looking after the 

 yearlings and the two year olds. 



Once the males return to the colony the 

 scene changes and from being an indolent 

 happy-go-lucky community it becomes a 

 village of industry, for the dam must be re- 

 paired and all the mud houses made ready for 

 winter. There is also the winter supply of 

 bark to cut, and in a large colony this means 

 cords. 



Then on starlight nights when the moon is 

 at its full, and the autumn wind whispers in 

 the treetops, you will hear the trees falling 

 with a crash, that echoes away and away 

 through the silent forest, and across the peace- 

 ful beaver lake. 



Then you will see hundreds and probably 

 thousands of small logs about three feet in 



