spoiled our fishing for at least half an 

 hour. 



Toward the end of the same month 

 we met him at the mouth of West Bay 

 Brook on Cedar Lake. This was nine 

 miles west of his home and fully fifteen 

 miles from Wolf Pond, where we last 

 saw him. 



In the third week in August we again 

 saw our beaver with a white cap. This 

 time on Pine Brook where he was assist- 

 ing two other beavers (possibly a bro- 

 ther and sister of his,) in building a 

 dam across the brook. We were for- 

 tunate in being able to conceal our- 

 selves, and for a time watched opera- 

 tions. Apparently, our friend was boss- 

 ing the job and directing the operations 

 of the other two. It seemed that his 

 ability as an engineer was recognized 

 in beaver world, and he therefore had 

 been called in to supervise a difficult 

 undertaking. Thereafter we called him 

 the Chief Engineer, and he many times 

 proved his right to the title. 



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