came to O-Go a whiff of man-odor. It would 
be well for him to keep a close watch, lest the 
person bearing that odor come too close. 
All-a-quiver, O-Go waited. Yes; the man 
was approaching. Now, he was only a hun¬ 
dred yards away; but there was, as yet, no 
danger, for the dark water lay only a foot 
or two distant. Therefore, O-Go still waited, 
hearing every move the man made, despite the 
latter’s effort to move silently. 
Finally, only twenty-five yards from where 
O-Go sat, the man halted. Then, softly, very 
softly, he gave the low whistle, with which 
of old he had called O-Go to receive his gifts. 
By the moonlight, he could just make out the 
form of a beaver on the dam before him. “It 
must be O-Go,” thought he. “No other beaver 
would so long have remained that close to a 
human being.” 
Wallace repeated that soft whistle, and this 
time took a cautious step forward, holding his 
hand before him. In that hand was a potato. 
O-Go waited no longer. He thwacked and 
dived. When he came up, he was many feet 
from the dam, and was swimming away. He 
was returning, with his mate and their little 
ones, to his lodge among the willows. 
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