knew his trade far too well for that. There¬ 
fore, the colony had but little interruption that 
evening, as the most of their enemies were hunt¬ 
ing elsewhere. As they had so much time, the 
feast of lily roots was bountiful, and O-Go, 
Ilg, and Ela could eat this new food to their 
hearts’ content. 
They played too, using all the games which 
Mother Beaver had taught them, and became 
acquainted with all of their cousins from the 
other lodges. The crowd was much like a large 
group of frolicsome and friendly puppies, and, 
but for their broad, flat, scaly-looking tails, an 
onlooker might have thought that that was 
what they were. 
Fun and food were both excellent, and 
O-Go, Ilg, and Ela did not have to learn to 
like the pond lily roots, but enjoyed them from 
the first mouthful. So all in all, it was a won¬ 
derful evening, with everyone eating his fill. 
Even Uncle Castor was not left out of the 
feast, for Father Beaver took a turn at being 
sentry, while the old fellow dined on the food 
the others had gathered and had saved for him. 
At length, the going-away signal was given, 
and all but one of the beavers started to swim 
toward home. The one who remained behind 
was O-Go, who had eaten so much and had 
played so hard that he had dropped off to sleep 
in the shadow of a bush that grew close to the 
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