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massed themselves in a bunch, their feet to- 
wards the opening of the box, their pointed 
noses quivering with excitement. Their little 
sharp bead-like eyes alert, but less full of 
fear than at first, for already they had 
grown familiar with a petting word from the 
little “trapper” and friend, and were fast 
growing trustful of their human kind. 
Now the problem was to get them to cross 
the small channel of deep water which lay 
between them and the shore. A rustic bridge 
was made by means of a wide board, and then 
the doors were opened ! Such a patter of 
little twinkling feet as they ran, one after 
another, “low geared” for the land, while 
the party sailed back or remained on the lake 
to enjoy the delights of rod and line, the 
feast of the flowers on the banks and the 
songs of numberless birds, all part of the 
glorious summer time. 
