BEAVERS—THEIR WAYS. 41 
I have read the account of them in my home newspa- 
per—the Montreal News—and am much interested. I 
have been sent over to you by the hotel people as one 
most likly to give me all the information desired, and 
perhaps—if I can pursuade you—show me around 
some—I want to know the methods of success in this 
beaver farming business. I think I will try it in my — 
Canadian home if I can geta pair or so to begin with.’’ 
The beaver propagating articles flashed across my 
mind, and I found myself in prescence of a delicate 
proposition for solution. 
‘‘There are a few wild beavers about 40 miles to the 
northwest of here on Douglass River,”—I said. 
‘‘But your tame ones—your beaver farms’’ said the 
stranger. 
‘«My dear sir,’’ I answered ‘‘I guess that is another 
case of three black crows. I havea pet beaver in an 
old celler across the coulee over there, (pointing in the 
direction indicated) but he is a cripple.” 
‘‘Are you not joking.”’ 
‘“‘No—I am not joking.”’ 
‘‘Rifteen hundred miles io see a three-legged beaver, 
Fifteen hundred miles,” he repeated in a broken tone. 
At this the Bismarck stage passed by the office door. 
‘*Hold, hold’’ he shouted as he rushed out the door. 
‘“‘Take me away driver—take me out of this. Fifteen 
hundred miles—fifteen hundred miles— 
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