Killooleet, Little Sweet -Voice. 35 



cedar, now stopping to turn their heads sidewise to 

 see the big kind animal with only two legs, that 

 Killooleet had told them about, no doubt, many 

 times. 



After that we had often seven guests to breakfast, 

 instead of two. It was good to hear them, the lively 

 tink, tink-a-tink of their little bills on the tin plate in a 

 merry tattoo, as I ate my own tea and trout thankfully. 

 I had only to raise my eyes to see them in a bob- 

 bing brown ring about my bounty; and, just beyond 

 them, the lap of ripples on the beach, the lake glinting 

 far away in the sunshine, and a bark canoe fretting at 

 the landing, swinging, veering, nodding at the ripples, 

 and beckoning me to come away as soon as I had 

 finished my breakfast. 



Before the little Killooleets had grown accustomed 

 to things, however, occurred the most delicious bit of 

 our summer camping. It was only a day or two after 

 their first appearance ; they knew simply that crumbs 

 and a welcome awaited them at my camp, but had 

 not yet learned that the tin plate in the cedar roots 

 was their special portion. Simmo had gone off at 

 daylight, looking up beaver signs for his fall trapping. 

 I had just returned from the morning fishing, and was 

 getting breakfast, when I saw an otter come out into 

 the lake from a cold brook over on the 'east shore. 



