again dropping off to sleep, this time beside 
a log that lay close to the water on the north 
shore of Patou Pond. 
When next he waked, the dawn had come, 
though the sun would not show his face for 
yet another hour. O-Go was cold despite his 
thick fur, for this was the first time he had 
slept out of doors, or without the close com¬ 
fort of his mother, and of Ilg and Ela. He 
was hungry, too, for his was a stomach that 
required almost constant filling to meet the 
demands of his rapid growth. 
O-Go looked about him for food, but could 
find nothing. The trees at that point were all 
lodgepole pines, their outer bark harsh and 
rough, their inner bark too bitter and resinous 
to suit the palate of any beaver. A few lily 
plants grew not far from shore, but O-Go 
had not yet learned to find bottom and bring 
up the succulent roots, which would have made 
him so fine a breakfast. It looked as though 
he must get along with only a drink of water. 
The light was each moment getting stronger, 
too, and that also bothered O-Go, for he had 
never before been out of the lodge except at 
night. Back in the woods there was shadow 
a-plenty, and many sorts of food as well, but 
O-Go did not know that. It was fortunate 
for him that he did not go there, for had he 
done so, he would have fallen straight into 
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