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Before the little Killooleets had grown 

 accustomed to things, however, occurred the 

 most delicious bit of our summer camping. "Killooleet 

 It was only a day or two after their first Mff/e 

 appearance ; they knew simply that crumbs Vo/'ce 

 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. Grabbing a 

 handful of figs, and some pilot bread from 

 the cracker box, I paddled away after the 

 otter ; for that is an animal which one has 

 small chance to watch nowadays. Besides, 

 I had found a den over near the brook, 

 and I wanted to find out, if possible, 

 how a mother otter teaches her young 

 to swim. For, though otters live much in 

 the water and love it, the young ones are 

 afraid of it as so many kittens. So the 

 mother — 



