Memories 



fore the shadows come, all these had suddenly 

 taken wing, driven away by mud-grubbing animals 

 with a notion in their dull heads that they wanted 

 deeper water about the site they had chosen for 

 their house of sticks. It was too bad, too hope- 

 less! I might have prevented the ruin had I 

 known ; but now it was beyond all remedy. With 

 a different interest, therefore, and still resentful 

 that my pond was spoiled as thoroughly as any 

 lumberman would have spoiled it, I made my 

 way around the flood to examine the beavers' work 

 at the outlet. 



