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Published, March, 1917 

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I Paddy thb UKAVsa HicutNA Wouk I 



II Paddy Plans a Pond . , 

III Paddy Has Many ViHiTc)itH 

IV Sammy Jay Si^eakh Ilm Mind 

V Paddy Keeps IIih Piu>mih» . 

VI Farmer Hkown'm Hoy (Jru)WM 

VII Farmer Brown's Hoy Okts An 

.OTHER SURimiSE .... 

VIII Peter Rabbit Oeth a J)t;oKtN(i 

IX Paddy Plans a IIouhjo . . 

X Paddy Starts Ilts IIousiB . 

XI Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muhkrat 
Are Puzzled 

XII Jerry Muskrat Learns HoMie- 

XIII The Queer Storehouse . . 

XIV A Footprint in the Mud . 
XV Sammy Jay Makes Paddy a Caiaj 78 

XVI Old Man Coyote Is Very Craitty 83 






XVII Old Man Coyotb Is Disappointed 89 

XVIII Old Man Coyote Tries Another 

Plan 94 

Paddy and Sammy Jay Become 
Friends 99 

Sammy Jay Offers TO Help Paddy 104 

XXI Paddy and Sammy Jay Work To- 
gether 109 

XXII Paddy Finishes His Harvest . 114 


Pju>dy pretended to be terbibly 

FRIGHTENED . • • FrontispiecB 
" Mr. Jay seems to have gotten out 


this morning "... page 18 

Jimmy just grinned and went on 

about his business . . . ** 32 

" What is rr! " asked Peter inno- 
cently. '* Is IT ANOTHER DAM t ** ** 57 


CALLED Paddy . . . . " 99 
'* Sammy Jay and I are building a 

CANAL*' ''Ill 



Work, work all the night 
While the stars are shining bright; 
Work, work all the day; 
I have got no time to play. 

THIS Uttle rhyme Paddy the 
Beaver made up as he toiled at 
building the dam which was to 
make the pond he so much desired deep 
in the Green Forest. Of course it 
wasn't quite true, that about working 
all night and all day. Nobody could do 
that, you know, and keep it up. 
Everybody has to rest and sleep. Yes, 
and everybody has to play a little to be 


at their best So it wasn't quite true 
that Paddy worked all day after work- 
ing all night. But it was true that 
Paddy had no time to play. He had 
too much to do. He had had his play- 
time during the long summer, and now 
he had to get ready for the long cold 

Now of all the little workers in the 
Green Forest, on the Green Meadows, 
and in the Smiling Pool, none can com- 
pare with Paddy the Beaver, not even 
his cousin, Jerry Muskrat. Happy 
Jack Squirrel and Striped Chipmunk 
store up food for the long cold months 
when rough Brother North Wind and 
Jack Frost rule, and Jerry Muskrat 
builds a fine house wherein to keep 
warm and comfortable, but all this is 
as nothing to the work of Paddy the 

As I said before, Paddy had had a 


long playtime through the summer. 
He had wandered up and down the 
Laughing Brook. He had followed it 
way up to the place where it started. 
And all the time he had been studying 
and studying to make sure that he 
wanted to stay in the Green Forest. 
In the first place, he had to be sure that 
there was plenty of the kind of food 
that he likes. Then he had to be equal- 
ly sure that he could make a pond near 
where this particular food grew. Last 
of all, he had to satisfy himself that if 
he did make a pond and build a home, 
he would be reasonably safe in it. 
And all these things he had done in his 
playtime. Now he was ready to go to 
work, and when Paddy begins work, he 
sticks to it imtil it is finished. He says 
that is the only way to succeed, and you 
know and I know that he is right. 
Now Paddy the Beaver caa s.^^ ^ 


night just as Reddy Fox and Peter 
Babbit and Bobby Coon can, and lie 
likes the night best, because he feels 
safest then. But he can see in the day- 
time too, and when he feels that he is 
perfectly safe and no one is watching, 
he works then too. Of course the first 
thing to do was to build a dam across 
the Laughing Brook to make the pond 
he so much needed. He chose a low 
open place deep in the Green Forest, 
around the edge of which grew many 
young aspen-trees, the bark of which 
is his favorite food. Through the mid- 
dle of this open place flowed the Laugh- 
ing Brook. At the lower edge was just 
the place for a dam. It would not have 
to be very long, and when it was fin- 
ished and the water was stopped in the 
Laughing Brook, it would just have to 
flow over the low open place and make 
a pond there. Paddy's eyes twinkled 


when he first saw it. It was right then 
that he made np his ndnd to stay in the 
Green Forest. 

So now that he was ready to begin 
his dam he went np the Langhing Brook 
to a place where alders and willows 
grew, and there he began work; that 
work was the cutting of a great number 
of trees by means of his big front teeth 
which were given him for just this pur- 
pose. And as he worked, Paddy was 
happy, for one can never be truly 
happy who does no work. 



cutting down trees for the dam he 
had planned to build. Up in the 
woods of the North from which he had 
come to the Green Forest he had 
learned all about tree-cutting and dam- 
building and canal-digging and house- 
building. Paddy ^s father and mother 
had been very wise in the ways of the 
Beaver world, and Paddy had been 
quick to learn. So now he knew just 
what to do and the best way of doing it. 
You know a great many people waste 
time and labor doing things the wrong 
way, so that they have to be done over 
again. They forget to be sure they are 


right, and so they go ahead until they 
find they are wrong, and all their work 
goes for nothing. 

But Paddy the Beaver isn't this 
kind. Paddy would never have leaped 
into the spring with the steep sides 
without looking, as Grandfather Frog 
did. So now he carefully picked out 
the trees to cut. He could not afford 
to waste time cutting down a tree that 
wasn't going to be just what he wanted 
when it was down. When he was sure 
that the tree was right, he looked up at 
the top to find out whether, when he 
had cut it, it would fall clear of other 
trees. He had learned to do that when 
he was quite young and heedless. He 
remembered just how he had felt when 
after working hard, oh, so hard, to cut 
a big tree, he had warned aU his friends 
to get out of the way so that they would 
not be hurt when it fell, and then it 


hadn 't fallen at all because the top had 
caught in another tree. He was so 
mortified that he didn't get over it for 
a long time. 

So now he made sure that a tree was 
going to fall clear and just where he 
wanted it Then he sat up on his hind 
legs, and with his great broad tail for 
a brace, began to make the chips fly. 
You know Paddy has the most wonder- 
ful teeth for cutting. They are long 
and broad and sharp. He would begin 
by making a deep bite, and then another 
just a little way below. Then he would 
pry out the little piece of wood between. 
When he had cut very deep on one side 
so that the tree would fall that way, he 
would work around to the other side. 
Just as soon as the tree began to lean 
and he was sure that it was going to 
fall, he would scamper away so as to be 
out of danger. ^ He loved to see those 


tan trees lean forward slowly, then 
faster and f aster, till they struck the 
groimd with a crash. 

Just as soon as they were down, he 
would trim off the branches until the 
trees were just long poles. This was 
easy work, for he could take off a good- 
sized branch with one bite. On many 
he left their bushy tops. When he had 
trimmed them to suit him and had cut 
them into the right lengths, he would 
tug and pull them down to the place 
where he meant to build his dam. 

There he placed the poles side by 
side, not across the Laughing Brook 
like a bridge, but with the big ends 
pointing up the Laughing Brook, which 
was quite broad but shallow right there. 
To keep them from floating away, he 
rolled stones and piled mud on the 
bushy ends. Clear across on both sides 
he laid those poles until the land began 


to rise. Then he dragged more poles 
and piled on top of these and wedged 
short sticks crosswise between them. 

And all the time the Laughing Brook 
was having harder and harder work to 
run. Its merry laugh grew less merry 
and finally almost stopped, because, you 
see, the water could not get through be- 
tween all those poles and sticks fast 
enough. It was just about that time 
that the little people of the Smiling 
Pool decided that it was time to see 
just what Paddy was doing, and they 
started up the Laughing Brook, leaving 
only Grandfather Frog and the tad- 
poles in the Smiling Pool, which for a 
little while would smile no more. 



fectly well that he would have 
visitors just as soon as he began 
to build his dam. He expected a lot of 
them. You see, he knew that none of 
them ever had seen a Beaver at work 
unless perhaps it was Prickly Porky 
the Porcupine, who also had come down 
from the North. So as he worked he 
kept his ears open, and he smiled to 
himself as he heard a little rustle here 
and then a little rustle there. He knew 
just what those little rustles meant. 
Each one meant another visitor. Yes, 
Sir, each rustle meant another visitor, 
and yet not one had shown himself. 
Paddy chuckled. ** Seems to me 


that you are dreadfully afraid to show 
yourselves," said he in a loud voice, 
just as if he were talking to nobody in 
particular. Everything was stilL 
There wasn't so much as a rustle after 
Paddy spoke. He chuckled again. 
He could just feel ever so many eyes 
watching him, though he didn't see a 
single pair. And he knew that the 
reason his visitors were hiding so care- 
fully was because they were afraid of 
him. You see, Paddy was much bigger 
than most of the little meadow and 
forest people, and they didn't know 
what kind of a temper he might have. 
It is always safest to be very distrustful 
of strangers. That is one of the very 
first things taught all little meadow and 
forest children. 

Of course, Paddy knew all about this. 
He had been brought up that way. 
**Be sure, and then you'll never be 


sorry" had been one of his mother's fa- 
vorite sayings, and he had always re- 
membered it Indeed, it had saved him 
a great deal of trouble. So now he was 
perfectly willing to go right on working 
and let his hidden visitors watch him 
until they were sure that he meant them 
no harm. You see, he himself felt 
quite sure that none of them was big 
enough to do him any harm. Little Joe 
Otter was the only one he had any 
doubts about, and he felt quite sure that 
Little Joe wouldn't try to pick a quar- 
rel. So he kept right on cutting trees, 
trimming off the branches, and hauling 
the trunks down to the dam he was 
building. Some of them he floated 
down the Laughing Brook. This was 

Now when the little people of the 
Smiling Pool, who were the first to find 
out that Paddy the Beaver had come to 


the Green Forest, had started up the 
Laughing Brook to see what he was do- 
ing, they had told the Merry Little 
Breezes where they were going. The 
Merry Little Breezes had been greatly 
excited. They couldn't imderstand 
how a stranger could have been living 
in the Green Forest without their 
knowledge. You see, they quite forgot 
that they very seldom wandered to the 
deepest part of the Green Forest. Of 
course they started at once as fast as 
they could go to tell all the other little 
people who live on or around the Green 
Meadows, all but Old Man Coyote. 
For some reason they thought it best 
not to tell him. They were a little 
doubtful about Old Man Coyote. He 
was so big and strong and so sly and 
smart that all his neighbors were 
afraid of him. Perhaps the Merry 
Little Breezes had this fact in mind. 


and knew that none would dare go to 
call on the stranger if they knew that 
Old Man Coyote was going too. Any- 
way, they simply passed the time of day 
with Old Man Coyote and hurried on to 
tell every one else, and the very last one 
they met was Sammy Jay. 

Sammy was terribly put out to think 
that anything should be going on that 
he didn't know about first. You know 
he is very fond of prying into the af- 
fairs of other people, and he loves dear- 
ly to boast that there is nothing going 
on in the Green Forest or on the Green 
Meadows that he doesn't know about. 
So now his pride was hurt, and he was 
in a terrible rage as he started after the 
Merry Little Breezes for the place deep 
in the Green Forest where they said 
Paddy the Beaver was at work. He 
didn't believe a word of it, but he would 
see for himself. 



WHEN Sammy Jay reached the 
place deep in the Green For- 
est where Paddy the Beaver 
was so hard at work, he didn't hide as 
had the little four-footed people. You 
see, of course, he had no reason to hide, 
because he felt perfectly safe. Paddy 
had just cut a big tree, and it fell with 
a crash as Sammy came hurrying up. 
Sammy was so surprised that for a 
minute he couldn't find his tongue. He 
had not supposed that anybody but 
Farmer Brown or Farmer Brown's 
boy could cut down so large a tree as 
that, and it quite took his breath away. 
But he got it again in a minute. He 


was boiling with anger, anyway, to 
think that he should have been the last 
to learn that Paddy had come down 
from the North to make his home in the 
Green Forest, and here was a chance to 
speak his mind. 

^^ Thief I thief 1 thief 1^' he screamed 
in his harshest voice. 

Paddy the Beaver looked up with a 
twinkle in his eyes. ** Hello, Mr. Jay I 
I see you haven't any better manners 
than your cousin who lives up where I 
came from," said he. 

"Thief I thief! thief!'' screamed 
Sammy, hopping up and down, he was 
so angry. 

"Meaning yourself, I suppose,'' said 
Paddy. "I never did see an honest 
Jay, and I don't suppose I ever will." 

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Peter Eabbit, 
who had quite forgotten that he was 


tree that Paddy happened to be cut- 
ting. Paddy's eyes twinkled. 

**I'in no thief I'' he exclaimed sud- 

^^ You are I You are I Thief! Thief I'' 
shrieked Sammy. ^* You 're stealing 
our trees I" 

** They 're not your trees," retorted 
Paddy. **They belong to the Green 
Forest, and the Green Forest belongs 
to all who love it, and we all have a per- 
fect right to take what we need from it. 
I need these trees, and I've just as 
much right to take them as you have to 
take the fat acorns that drop in the fall. 

**No such thing!" screamed Sammy. 
You know he can't talk without scream- 
ing, and the more excited he gets, the 
louder he screams. '**No such thing! 
Acorns are food. They are meant to 
eat. I have to have them to live. But 
you are cutting down whole trees. 


You are spoiling the Green Forest. 
You don't belong here. Nobody in- 
vited you, and nobody wants you. 
You're a thief!" 

Then up spoke Jerry Muskrat, who, 
you know, is cousin to Paddy the 

** Don't you mind him," said he, 
pointing at Sammy Jay. ** Nobody 
does. He's the greatest trouble-maker 
in the Green Forest or on the Green 
Meadows. He would steal from his 
own relatives. Don't mind what he 
says, Cousin Paddy." 

Now all this time Paddy had been 
working away just as if no one was 
around. Just as Jerry stopped speak- 
ing, Paddy thumped the ground with 
his tail, which is his way of warning 
people to watch out, and suddenly scur- 
ried away as fast as he could run. 
Sammy Jay was so surprised that he 


conldn^t find his tongue for a minute, 
and he didn't notice anything peculiar 
about that tree. Then suddenly he felt 
himself falling. With a frightened 
scream, he spread his wings to fly, but 
branches ^f the tree swept him down 
with them right into the Laughing 

You see while Sammy had been 
speaking his mind, Paddy the Beaver 
had cut down the very tree in which he 
was sitting. 

Sammy wasn't hurt, but he was wet 
and muddy and terribly frightened,— 
the most miserable looking Jay that 
ever was seen. It was too much for all 
the little people who were hiding. 
They just had to laugh. Then they all 
came out to pay their respects to Paddy 
the Beaver. 


PADDY THE BEAVER kept right 
on working just as if he hadn't 
any visitors. You see, it is a big 
undertaking to build a dam. And 
when that was done there was a house 
to build and a supply of food for the 
winter to cut and store. Oh, Paddy 
the Beaver had no time for idle gossip, 
you may be sure ! So he kept right on 
building his dam. It didn't look much 
like a dam at first, and some of Paddy's 
visitors turned up their noses when 
they first saw it. They had heard sto- 
ries of what a wonderful dam-builder 
Paddy was, and they had expected to 
see something like the smooth, grass- 
covered bank with which Farmer 


Brown kept the Big Biver from run- 
ning back on his low lands. Instead, 
all they saw was a great pile of i)oles 
and sticks which looked like anything 
but a dam. 

^^Pooh!'' exclaimed BiUy Mink, "I 
guess we needn't worry about the 
Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool, 
if that is the best Paddv can do. Whv, 
the water of the Laughing Brook will 
work through that in no time.'' 

Of course Paddy heard him, but he 
said nothing, just kept right on work- 

**Just look at the way he has laid 
those sticks!" continued Billy Mink, 
" Seems as if any one would know 
enough to lay them across the Laughing 
Brook instead of just the other way. 
I could build a better dam than that." 

Paddy said nothing; he just kept 
right on working. 


"Yes, Sir/' BiUy boasted. "I could 
build a better dam than that. Why, 
that pile of sticks will never stop the 

"Is something the matter with your 
eyesight, Billy Mink?" inquired Jerry 

"Of course not!" retorted Billy in- 
dignantly. "Why?" 

"Oh, nothing much, only you don't 
seem to notice that already the Laugh- 
ing Brook is over its banks above Pad- 
dy's dam," replied Jerry, who had been 
studying the dam with a great deal of 

BiUy looked a wee bit foolish, for 
sure enough there was a little pool just 
above the dam, and it was growing 

Paddy still kept at work, saying 
nothing. He was digging in front of 
the dam now, and the mud and grass he 


di^ np he staffed in between the eods 
of the sticks and patted dcmn vith his 
h ftTiHH. He did thia all along the front 
of the dam and on top of it too, idker- 
ever he thou^ it was needed. Of 
course this made it harder for the vxt£r 
to work throng and ibe little pond 
above the dam began to grow faster. 
It wasn't a great while before it was 
nearly to the top of the dam, which at 
first was very low. Then Paddy 
broii^t more sticks. This was easier 
now, because he could float them down 
from where he was cutting. He would 
put them in place on the top of the dam, 
then hurry for more. WherereT it was 
needed, he would put in mad. He eva 
rolled a few stones in to help 1 

So the dam grew and grew, and-f 
the pond above the dam. Of c 
took a good i 


dam, and a lot of hard workl Erery 
morning the little people of the Green 
Forest and the Green Meadows would 
visit it, and every morning they would 
find that it had grown a great deal in 
the night, for that is when Paddy likes 
best to work. 

By this time, the Laughing Brook 
had stopped laughing, and down in the 
Smiling Pool there was hardly water 
enough for the minnows to feel safe a 
minute. Billy Mink had stopped mak- 
ing fun of the dam, and all the little 
people who live in the Laughing Brook 
and the Smiling Pool were terribly 

To be sure Paddy had warned them 
of what he was going to do, and had 
promised that just as soon as his pond 
was big enough, the water would once 
more run in the Laughing Brook. 
They tried to believe him, but they 


couldn't help having just a wee bit of 
fear that he might not be wholly honest. 
You see, they didn't know him, for he 
was a stranger. Jerry Muskrat was 
the only one who seemed absolutely sure 
that everything would be all right. 
Perhaps that was because Paddy is his 
cousin, and Jerry couldn't help but feel 
proud of such a big cousin and one who 
was so smart. 

So day by day the dam grew, and the 
pond grew, and then one morning 
Grandfather Frog, down in what had 
once been the Smiling Pool, heard a 
sound that made his heart jump for joy. 
It was a murmur that kept growing and 
growing, until at last it was the merry 
laugh of the Laughing Brook. Then 
he knew that Paddy had kept his word 
and water would once more fill the 
Smiling PooL 



NOW it happened that the very 
day before Paddy the Beaver 
decided that his pond was big 
enough, and so allowed the water to run 
in the Laughing Brook once more, 
Farmer Brown's boy took it into his 
head to go fishing in the Smiling Pool. 
Just as usual he went whistling down 
across the Green Meadows. Somehow, 
when he goes fishing, he always feels 
like whistling. Grandfather Frog 
heard him coming and dived into the 
little bit of water remaining in the 
Smiling Pool and stirred up the mud 
at the bottom so that Farmer Brown's 
boy shouldn't see him. 


Nearer and nearer drew the whistle. 
Suddenly it stopped right short ofE. 
Farmer Brown ^s boy had come in sight 
of the Smiling Pool or rather, it was 
what used to be the Smiling PooL 
Now there wasn't any Smiling Pool, 
for the very little pool left was too 
small and sickly-looking to smile. 
There were great banks of mud, out of 
which grew the bulrushes. The lily- 
pads were forlornly stretched out to- 
wards the tiny pool of water remaining. 
Where the banks were steep and high, 
the holes that Jerry Muskrat and Billy 
Mink knew so well were plain to see. 
Over at one side stood Jerry Muskrat 's 
house, wholly out of water. 

Somehow, it seemed to Farmer 
Brown's boy that he must be dreaming. 
He never, never had seen anything like 
this before, not even in the very driest 
weather of the hottest part of the sum- 


mer. He looked this way and looked 
that way. The Green Meadows looked 
just as usual. The Green Forest 
looked just as usual The Laughing 
Brook — ^hal What was the matter 
with the Laughing Brook? He 
couldn't hear it and that, you know, was 
very unusual. He dropped his rod 
and ran over to the Laughing Brook. 
JThere wasn't any brook. No, sir, there 
wasn't any brook; just pools of water 
with the tiniest of streams trickling 
between. Big stones over which he 
had always seen the water running 
in the prettiest of little white falls 
were bare and dry. In the little pools 
frightened minnows were darting 

Farmer Brown's boy scratched his 
head in a puzzled way. "I don't un- 
derstand it," said he. *^I don't under- 
stand it at all. Something must have 


gone wrong with the springs that sup- 
ply the water for the Laughing Brook. 
They must have failed. Yes, Sir, that 
is just what must have happened. But 
I never heard of such a thing happen- 
ing before, and I really don't see how it 
could happen.'' He stared up into the 
Green Forest just as if he thought he 
could see those springs. Of course, he 
didn't think anything of the kind. He 
was just turning it all over in his mind. 
*^I know what I'll do! I'll go up to 
those springs this afternoon and find 
out what the trouble is," he said out 
loud. "They are way over almost on 
the other side of the Green Forest, and 
the easiest way to get there will be to 
start from home and cut across the Old 
Pasture up to the edge of the Mountain 
behind the Green Forest. If I try to 
follow up the Laughing Brook now, it 
will take too long, because it winds and 


twists SO. Besides, it is too hard 

With that, Fanner Brown's boy went 
back and picked np his rod. Then he 
started for home across the Green 
Meadows, and for once he wasn't whist- 
ling. You see, he was too busy think- 
ing. In fact, he was so busy thinking 
that he didn't see Jimmy Skimk imtil 
he ahnost stepped on him, and then he 
gave a frightened jump and ran, for 
without a gun he was just as much 
afraid of Jimmy as Jimmy was of him 
when he did have a gun. 

Jimmy just grinned and went on 
about his business. It always tickles 
Jinuny to see people run away from 
him, especially people so much bigger 
than himself ; they look so silly. 

*^I should think that they would have 
learned by this time that if they don't 
bother me, I won't bother them," he 

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Jimniy just grinnt'd and wtnt on uliout Ilia Inmiin 
Page 32. 


muttered, as he rolled over a stone to 
look for fat beetles. "Somehow, folks 
never seem to understand me/' 




ACROSS the Old Pasture to the 
foot of the Mountain back of the 
Green Forest tramped Farmer 
Brown's boy. Ahead of him trotted 
Bowser the Hound, sniffing and snuffing 
for the tracks of Reddy or Granny Fox. 
Of course he didn't find them, for 
Reddy and Granny hadn't been up in the 
Old Pasture for a long time. But he 
did find old Jed Thumper, the big gray 
Rabbit who had made things so uncom- 
fortable for Peter Rabbit once upon a 
time, and gave him such a fright that 
old Jed didn't look where he was going 
and almost ran headfirst into Farmer 
Brown's boy. 


"Hi, there, you old cottontaU!'' 
yelled Farmer Brown's boy, and this 
frightened Old Jed still more, so that 
he actually ran right past his own castle 
of bullbriars without seeiQg it. 

Farmer Brown's boy kept on his way, 
laughing at the fright of old Jed 
Thumper. Presently he reached the 
springs from which came the water that 
made the very beginning of the Laugh- 
ing Brook. He expected to find them 
dry, for way down on the Green 
Meadows the Smiling Pool was nearly 
dry, and the Laughing Brook was 
nearly dry, and he had supposed that of 
course the reason was that the springs 
where the Laughing Brook started 
were no longer bubbling. 

But they were ! The clear cold water 
came bubbling up out of the ground 
just as it always had, and ran off down 
into the Green Forest in a little stream 


that would grow and grow as it ran and 
become the Laughing Brook. Farmer 
Brown's boy took off his ragged old 
straw hat and scowled down at the bub- 
bling water just as if he thought it had 
no business to be bubbling there. 

Of course, he didn't think just that. 
The fact is, he didn't know just what 
he did think. Here were the springs 
bubbling away just as they always had. 
There was the little stream starting off 
down into the Green Forest with a 
gurgle that by and by would become a 
laugh, just as it always had. And yet 
down on the Green Meadows on the 
other side of the Green Forest there 
was no longer a Laughing Brook or a 
Smiling Pool. He felt as if he ought 
to pinch himself to make sure that he 
was awake and not dreaming. 

**I don't know what it means," said 
he, talking out loud. **No, Sir, I don't 


know what it means at all, but I^m go- 
ing to find out. There's a cause for ev- 
erything in this world, and when a fel- 
low doesn't know a thing, it is his busi- 
ness to find out all about it* I'm going 
to find out what has happened to the 
Laughing Brook, if it takes me a year I" 
With that he started to follow the 
little stream which ran gurgling down 
into the Green Forest. He had fol- 
lowed that little stream more than once, 
and now he found it just as he remem- 
bered it. The farther it ran, the larger 
it grew, imtil at last it became the 
Laughing Brook, merrily tumbling 
over rocks and making deep pools in 
which the trout loved to hide. At last 
he came to the edge of a little open hol- 
low in the very heart of the Green For- 
est. He knew what splendid deep holes 
there were in the Laughing Brook here, 
and how the big trout loved to lie in 


them because they were deep and cool. 
He was thinking of these trout now 
and wishing that he had brought along 
his fishing-rod. He pushed his way 
through a thicket of alders and then — 
Farmer Brown's boy stopped suddenly 
and fairly gasped ! He had to stop be- 
cause there right in front of him was a 
pond I 

He rubbed his eyes and looked again. 
Then he stooped down and put his hand 
in the water to see if it was real. There 
was no doubt about it. It was real wa- 
ter, — a real pond where there never had 
been a pond before. It was very still 
there in the heart of the Green Forest. 
It was always very still there, but it 
seemed stiller than usual as he tramped 
around the edge of this strange pond. 
He felt as if it were all a dream. He 
wondered if pretty soon he wouldn't 
wake up and find it all untrue. But he 


didn't, and so he kept on tramping until 
presently he came to a dam, — a splendid 
dam of logs and sticks and mud. Over 
the top of it the water was running, and 

down in the Green Forest below he 
could hear the Laughing Brook just be- 
ginning to laugh once more. Farmer 
Brown's boy sat down with his elbows 
on his knees and his chin in his hands. 
He was almost too much surprised to 
even think. 



FARMER BROWN'S boy sat with 
his chin in his hands stanng at 
the new pond in the Green Forest 
and at the dam which had made it. 
That dam puzzled him. Who could 
have built it ? What did they build it 
for? Why hadn't he heard them chop- 
ping? He looked carelessly at the 
stump of one of the trees, and then a 
still more puzzled look made deep fur- 
rows between his eyes. It looked — 
yes, it looked very much as if teeth, 
and not an axe, had cut down that tree- 
Farmer Brown's boy stared and stared, 
his mouth gaping wide open. He 
looked so funny that Peter Rabbit, 


who was hiding under an old pile of 
brush close by, nearly laughed right 

But Peter didn't laugh. No, Sir, 
Peter didn't laugh, for just that very 
minute somethiug happened. Sniff 1 
Sniff I That was right behind him at 
the very edge of the old brush-pile, and 
every hair on Peter stood on end with 

^ ' Bow, wow, wow ! " It seemed to Pe- 
ter that the great voice was right in his 
very ears. It frightened him so that he 
just had to jump. He didn't have time 
to think. And so he jumped right out 
from under the pile of brush and of 
course right into plain sight. And the 
very instant he jumped there came an- 
other great roar behind him. Of course 
it was from Bowser the Hound. You 
see. Bowser had been following the trail 
of his master, but as he always stops to 


sniff at everything he passes, he had 
been some distance behind. When he 
came to the pile of brush under which 
Peter was hiding he had sniffed at that, 
and of course he had smelled Peter right 

Now when Peter jumped out so sud- 
denly, he had landed right at one end 
of the dam. The second roar of Bow- 
ser's great voice frightened him still 
more, and he jumped right up on the 
dam. There was nothing for him to 
do now but go across, and it wasn't the 
best of going. No, indeed, it wasn't the 
best of going. You see, it was mostly 
a tangle of sticks. Happy Jack Squir- 
rel or Chatterer the Red Squirrel or 
Striped Chipmunk would have skipped 
across it without the least trouble. But 
Peter Rabbit has no sharp little claws 
vnth which to cling to logs and sticks, 
and right away he was in a peck of trou- 


ble. He slipx>ed down between the 
sticks, scrambled out, slipped again, 
and then, trring to make a long jump, 
he lost his balance and — tumbled heels 
over head into the water ! 

Poor Peter Babbit! He gave him- 
self up for lost this time. He could 
swim, but at best he is a poor swim- 
mer and doesnt like the water. He 
couldn't dive and keep out of sight like 
Jerry Muskrat or Billy Mink. All he 
could do was to paddle as fast as his legs 
would go. The water had gone up his 
nose and down his throat so that he 
choked, and all the time he felt sure 
that Bowser the Hoimd would plunge 
in after him and catch him. And if he 
shouldn't, why Farmer Brown's Boy 
would simply wait for him to come 
ashore and then catch him. 

But Farmer Brown's boy didn't do 
anything of the kind. No, Sir, he didn 't. 


Instead he shouted to Bowser and 
called him away. Bowser didn't want 
to come, but he long ago learned to obey, 
and very slowly he walked over to 
where his master was sitting. 

**You know it wouldn't be fair, old 
fellow, to try to catch Peter now. It 
wouldn't be fair at all, and we never 
want to do anything unfair, do we?" 
said he. Perhaps Bowser didn't agree, 
but he wagged his tail as if he did, and 
sat down beside his master to watch 
Peter swim. 

It seemed to Peter as if he never, 
never would reach the shore, though 
really it was only a very little distance 
that he had to swim. When he did 
scramble out, he was a sorry looking 
Rabbit. He didn't waste any time, but 
started for home as fast as he could go, 
lipperty — lipperty — ^lip. And Farmer 
Brown's boy and Bowser the Hoimd 


just laughed and didn't try to catch him 
at all. 

"Well, I never!" exclaimed Sammy 
Jay, who had seen it all from the top 
of a pine-tree. "Well, I never! I 
guess Farmer Brown's boy isn't so bad, 
after alL" 


PADDY THE BEAVER sat on his 
dam, and his eyes shone with hap- 
piness as he looked out over the 
shining water of the pond he had made. 
All around the edge of it grew the tall 
trees of the Green Forest. It was very- 
beautiful and very stiU and very lone- 
some. That is, it would have seemed 
lonesome to almost any one but Paddy 
the Beaver. But Paddy never is lone- 
some. You see, he finds company in 
the trees and flowers and all the little 

It was still, very, very stilL Over on 
one side was a beautiful rosy glow in 
the water. It was the reflec^on from 

PAiM>Y FLASS A mnroL 47 

jolly, round, red Mr, San. Paddj 
couldn't see him because of tbe tall 
trees, but he knew ezaidtlj whdt Mr. 
Sun was doing. He was going to b^ 
behind the Purple HiOs. Pr^ettjr soon 
the little stars would ra^jme out uxA 
twinkle down at hinL Hie: lov<e« tb^ lit'- 
tie stars and always wateliweji^ for th^ 
first one. 

Yes, Paddy tbe BeaTer was v^ery 
happy. He would have been p<e;rfceetly 
happy but for one tiling: Fani^r 
Brown's boy had found his dam and 
pond that very afternoon, and Paddy 
wasn't quite sure what FaruM^r 
Brown's boy might do. He had \uipi 
himself snu^y hidden while Farmer 
Brown's boy was there, and he felt 
quite sure that Farmer Brown's boy 
didnt know who had built the dam. 
But for this very reason he mig^t, he 
just nUgJU, try to find out all about it, 


and that would mean that Paddy would 
have to be always on the watch. 

**But what's the use of worrying over 
troubles that haven't come yet, and may 
never come? Time enough to worry 
when they do come,'' said Paddy to 
himself, which shows that Paddy has a 
great deal of vdsdom in his little brown 
head. **The thing for me to do now is 
to get ready for winter, and that means 
a great deal of work," he continued. 
**Let me see, I've got to build a house, 
a big, stout, warm house, where I will 
be warm and safe when my pond is 
frozen over. And I've got to lay in a 
supply of food, enough to last me until 
gentle Sister South Wind comes to pre- 
pare the way for lovely Mistress Spring. 
My, my, I can't afford to be sitting here 
dreaming, when there is such a lot to 
be donel" 

With that Paddy slipped into the 


^vater and swam all around his new pond 
to make sure of just the best place to 
build his house. Now placing one's 
house in just the right place is a very 
important matter. Some people are 
dreadfully careless about this. Jimmy 
Skunk, for instance, often makes the 
mistake of digging his house (you know 
Jimmy makes his house imderground) 
right where every one who happens 
along that way will see it. Perhaps 
that is because Jimmy is so independent 
that he doesn't care who knows where he 

But Paddy the Beaver never is care- 
less. He always chooses just the very 
best place. He makes sure that it is 
best before he begins. So now, although 
he was quite positive just where his 
house should be, he swam around the 
pond to make doubly sure. Then, when 
he was quite satisfied, he swam over to 


the place he had chosen. It was where 
the water was quite deep. 

** There mustn't be the least chance 
that the ice will ever get thick enough 
to close up nay doorway/' said he, **and 
I'm sure it never will here. I must 
make the foundations strong and the 
walls thick. I must have plenty of mud 
to plaster with, and inside, up above the 
water, I must have the snuggest, warm- 
est room where I can sleep in comfort. 
This is the place to build it, and it is 
high time I was at work. ' ' 

With that Paddy swam over to the 
place where he had cut the trees for his 
dam, and his heart was light, for he had 
long ago learned that the surest way to 
be happy is to be busy. 


JERRY MTJSKRAT was very much 
interested when he found that 
Paddy the Beaver, who, you know, 
is his cousin, was building a house. 
Jerry is a house-builder himself, and 
down deep in his heart he very much 
doubted if Paddy could build as good a 
house as he could. His house was down 
in the Smiling Pool, and Jerry thought 
it a very wonderful house indeed, and 
was very proud of it. It was built of 
mud and sod and little alder and willow 
twigs and bulrushes. Jerry had spent 
one winter in it, and he had decided to 
spend another there after he had fixed it 
up a little. So, as long as he didn 't have 


to build a brand new house, he could af- 
ford the time to watch his cousin Paddy. 
Perhaps he hoped that Paddy would ask 
his advice. 

But Paddy did nothing of the kind. 
He had seen Jerry Muskrat's house, and 
he had smiled. But he had taken great 
pains not to let Jerry see that smile. 
He wouldn't have hurt Jerry's feelings 
for the world. He is too polite and 
good-natured to do anything like that. 
So Jerry sat on the end of an old log 
and watched Paddy work. The first 
thing to build was the foundation. This 
was of mud and grass with sticks 
worked into it to hold it together. 
Paddy dug the mud from the bottom of 
his new pond. And because the pond 
was new, there was a great deal of 
grassy sod there, which was just what 
Paddy needed. It was very convenient. 

Jerry watched a little while and then, 


because Jeny is a wcsiker InnsiM^ he 
just had to get busy azid betp. Ra&er 
tiinidly he told his 1^ eaasm that be 
would like to hare a share in bnfktiTig 
the new house. 

"All right," replied Paddv/^that win 
be fine. You can bring mud ^diile I am 
getting the sticks and grass." 

So Jerry dived down to the bottom of 
the pond and dug up mud and piled it 
on the foundation and was happy. The 
little stars looked down and twinkled 
merrily as they watched the two work- 
ers. So the foundation grew and grew 
down under the water. Jerry was very 
much surprised at the size of it. It was 
ever and ever so much bigger than the 
foundation for his own house. You 
see, he had forgotten how much bigger 
Paddy is. 

Each night Jerry and Paddy worked, 
resting during the dajrtime. Occasion- 


ally Bobby Coon or Reddy Fox or Unc' 
Billy Possum or Jimmy Skunk would 
come to the edge of the pond to see what 
was going on. Peter Rabbit came ev- 
ery night But they couldn't see much 
because, you know, Paddy and Jerry 
were working imder water. 

But at last Peter was rewarded. 
There, just above the water, was a splen- 
did platform of mud and grass and 
sticks. A great many sticks were care- 
fully laid as soon as the platform was 
above the water, for Paddy was very 
particular about this. You see, it was 
to be the floor for the splendid room he 
was planning to build. When it suited 
him, he began to pile mud in the very 

Jerry puzzled and puzzled over this. 
Where was Paddy's room going to be, 
if he piled up the mud that way? But 
he didn't like to ask questions, so he 


kept right on helping. Paddy would 
dive down to the bottom and then come 
up with double handf uls of mud, which 
he held against his chest. He would 
scramble out onto the platform and wad- 
dle over to the pile in the middle, where 
he would put the mud and pat it down. 
Then back to the bottom for more mud. 

And so the mud pile grew and grew, 
until it was quite two feet high. 
*^Now,'' said Paddy, ^^I'U bmld the 
walls, and I guess you can't help me 
much with those. I'm going to be- 
gin them to-morrow night. Perhaps 
you will like to see me do it. Cousin 

**I certainly will," replied Jerry, still 
X)uzzling over that pile of mud in the 



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JERRY MUSKRAT was more and 
more sure that Ms big cousm, 
Paddy the Beaver, didn't know 
quite so much as he might about house- 
building, Jerry would have liked to 
offer some suggestions, but he didn't 
quite dare. You see, he was very anx- 
ious not to displease his big cousin. 
But he felt that he simply had got to 
speak his mind to some one, so he swam 
across to where he had seen Peter Rab- 
bit almost every night since Paddy be- 
gan to build. Sure enough, Peter was 
there, sitting up very straight and star- 
ing with big round eyes at the platform 

' What is it? " aski-d Peter innoet'E 
other damf " Page .} 

tly. '■ Is it an- 


of mud and sticks out in the water 
where Paddy the Beaver was at work. 

^^Well, Peter, what do you think of 
it?'' asked Jerry. 

**What is it?'' asked Peter inno- 
cently. **Is it atiother dam?" 

Jerry threw back his head and 
laughed and laughed. 

Peter looked at him suspiciously. *^I 
don't see anything to laugh at," said he. 

*^Why, it's a house, you stupid. It's 
Paddy's new house," replied Jerry, 
wiping the tears of laughter from his 

*^I'm not stupid!" retorted Peter. 
**How was I to know that that pile of 
mud and sticks is meant for a house? 
It certainly doesn't look it. Where is 
the door?" 

"To tell you the truth, I don't think 
it is much of a house myself," replied 
Jerry. "It has got a door, all right. 


In fact, it has got three. You cant see 
them because they are imder water, and 
there is a passage from each right up 
through that platform of mud and 
sticks, which is the foundation of the 
house. It really is a very fine founda- 
tion, Peter; it really is. But what I 
can't understand is what Paddy is 
thinking of by building that great pile 
of mud right in the middle. When he 
gets his walls built, where will his 
bedroom be? There won't be any 
room at all. It won't be a house at all 
— just a big useless pile of sticks and 

Peter scratched his head and then 
pulled his whiskers thoughtfully as he 
gazed out at the pile in the water where 
Paddy the Beaver was at work. 

**It does look foolish, that's a fact," 
said he. ^^Why don't you point out to 
him the mistake he is making, Jerry? 


You have built such a splendid house 
yourself that you ought to be able to 
help Paddy and show him his mis- 

Jerry had smiled a very self-satisfied 
smile when Peter mentioned his fine 
house, but he shook his head at the sug- 
gestion that he should give Paddy ad- 

*^I — I don't just like to/' he con- 
fessed. ^^You know, he might not like 
it and — and it doesn't seem as if it 
would be quite polite. ' ' 

Peter sniffed. ' ' That wouldn 't trou- 
ble me any if he were my cousin, ' ' said 

Jerry shook his head. ^^No, I don't 
believe it would," he replied, ^^but it 
does trouble me and — and — well, I 
think I'll wait awhile." 

Now all this time Paddy had been 
hard at work. He was bringing the 


longest branches which he had cut from 
the trees out of which he had built his 
dam, and a lot of slender willow and al- 
der poles. He pushed these ahead of 
him as he swam. When he reached the 
foundation of his house, he would lean 
them against the pile of mud in the mid- 
dle with their big ends resting on the 
foundation. So he worked all the way 
around until by and by the mud pile in 
the middle couldn't be seen. It was 
completely covered with sticks, and 
they were cimningly fastened together 
at the tops. 



If you think you know it all 

You are riding for a fall. 

•Use your ears and use your eyes, 

But hold your tongue and you'll be wise. 

that is as true as true can be. 
Jerry knows. He found it out for 
himself. Now he is very careful what 
he says about other people or what they 
are doing. But he wasn't so careful 
when his cousin, Paddy the Beaver, was 
building his house. No, Sir, Jerry 
wasn't so careful then. He thought he 
knew more about building a house than 
Paddy did. He was sure of it when 
he watched Paddy heap up a great pile 


of mud right in the middle where his 
room ought to be, and then build a wall 
of sticks aroimd it He said as much to 
Peter Rabbit. 

Now it is never safe to say anything 
to Peter Rabbit that you don't care to 
have others know. Peter has a great 
deal of respect for Jerry Muskrat's 
opinion on house-building. You see, he 
very much admires Jerry's snug house 
in the Smiling Pool. It really is a very 
fine house, and Jerry may be excused 
for being proud of it. But that doesn't 
excuse Jerry for thinking that he knows 
all there is to know about house-build- 
ing. Of course Peter told every one 
he met that Paddy the Beaver was mak- 
ing a foolish mistake in building his 
house, and that Jerry Muskrat, who 
ought to know, said so. 

So whenever they got the chance, the 
little people of the Green Forest and 


the Green Meadows would steal up to 
the shore of Paddy's new pond and 
chuckle as they looked out at the great 
pUe of sticks and mud which Paddy had 
built for a house, but in which he had 
forgotten to make a room. At least 
they supposed that he had forgotten 
this very important thing. He must 
have, for there wasn't any room. It 
was a great joke. They laughed a lot 
about it, and they lost a great deal of 
the respect for Paddy which they had 
had since he built his wonderful dam. 

Jerry and Peter sat in the moonlight 
talking it over. Paddy had stopped 
bringing sticks for his wall. He had 
dived down out of sight, and he was 
gone a long time. Suddenly Jerry no- 
ticed that the water had grown very, 
very muddy all around Paddy's new 
house. He wrinkled his brows trying 
to think what Paddy could be doing. 


Presently Paddy came up for air. 
Then he went down again, and the wa- 
ter grew muddier than ever. This 
went on for a long time. Every little 
while Paddy would come up for air and 
a few minutes of rest Then down he 
would go, and the water would grow 
muddier and muddier. 

At last Jerry could stand it no longer. 
He just had to see what was going on. 
He slipped into the water and swam 
over to where the water was muddiest. 
Just as he got there up came Paddy. 

*^ Hello, Cousin Jerry!'' said he. **I 
was just going to invite you over to see 
what you think of my house inside. 
Just follow me.'' 

Paddy dived, and Jerry dived after 
him. He followed Paddy in at one of 
the three doorways under water and up 
a smooth hall right into the biggest, 
nicest bedroom Jerry had ever seen in 


all his life. He just gasped in sheer 
surprise. He couldn't do anything 
else. He couldn't find his tongue to say 
a word. Here he was in this splendid 
great room up above the water, and he 
had been so sure that there wasn't any 
room at all ! He just didn't know what 
to make of it. 

Paddy's eyes twinkled. **Well," 
said he, **what do you think of it?" 

^*I — ^I — ^think it is splendid, just per- 
fectly splendid! But I don't under- 
stand it at all. Cousin Paddy. I — I — 
Where is that great pile of mud I 
helped you build in the middle?" 
Jerry looked as foolish as he felt when 
he asked this. 

**Why, I've dug it all away. That's 
what made the water so muddy," re- 
plied Paddy. 

*'But what did you build it for in the 
first place?" Jerry persisted. 


he should just eat the bark that he can 
reach from the ground it would take 
such a lot of trees to keep him filled up 
that he would soon spoil the Green For- 
est, You know, when the bark is taken 
off a tree all the way around, the tree 
dies. That is because all the things 
that a tree draws out of the ground to 
make it grow and keep it alive are car- 
ried up from the roots in the sap, and 
the sap cannot go up the tree trunks 
and into the branches when the bark is 
taken off, because it is up the inside of 
the bark that it travels. So when the 
bark is taken from a tree all the way 
around the trunk, the tree just starves 
to death. 

Now Paddy the Beaver loves the 
Green Forest as dearly as you and I do, 
and perhaps even a little more dearly. 
You see, it is his home. Besides, 
Paddy never is wasteful. So he cuts 


down a tree so that he can get all the 
bark instead of killing a whole lot of 
trees for a very little bark, as he might 
do if he were lazy. There isn't a lazy 
bone in him — ^not one. The bark he 
likes best is from the aspen. When he 
cannot get that, he will eat the bark 
from the poplar, the alder, the willow, 
and even the birch. But he likes the 
aspen so much better that he will work 
very hard to get it. Perhaps it tastes 
better because he does have to work so 
hard for it. 

There were some aspen-trees growing 
right on the edge of the pond Paddy 
had made in the Green Forest. These 
he cut just as he had cut the trees for 
his dam. As soon as a tree was down, 
he would cut it into short lengths, and 
with these swim out to where the water 
was deep, close to his new house. He 
took them one by one and carried the 


first ones to the bottom, where he 
pushed them into the mud just enough 
to hold them. Then, as fast as he 
brought more, he piled them on the first 
ones. And so the pile grew and grew, 

Jerry Muskrat, Peter Rabbit, Bobby 
Coon, and the other little people of the 
Green Forest watched him with the 
greatest interest and curiosity. They 
couldn't quite make out what he was 
doing. It was almost as if he were 
building the foundation for another 

''What's he doing, Jerry?" de- 
manded Peter, when he could keep still 
no longer. 

*'I don't exactly know," replied 
Jerry. *'He said that he was going to 
lay in a supply of food for the winter, 
just as I told you, and I suppose that is 
what he is doing. But I don't quite 
imderstand what he is taking it all out 


into the pond for. I believe I'll go ask 

*^Do, and then come tell us," begged 
Peter, who was growing so curious that 
he couldn't sit still. 

So Jerry swam out to where Paddy 
was so busy. ^^Is this your food sup- 
ply, Cousin Paddy?" he asked. 

*^Yes," replied Paddy, crawling up 
on the side of his house to rest. ^*Yes, 
this is my food supply. Isn't it splen- 

I guess it is," replied Jerry, trying 
to be polite, *^ though I like lily-roots 
and clams better. But what are you 
going to do with it? Where is your 

**This pond is my storehouse," re- 
plied Paddy. **I will make a great 
pile right here close to my house, and 
the water will keep it nice and fresh all 
winter. When the pond is frozen over, 



all I will have to do is to slip out of one 
of my doorways down there on the bot- 
tom, swim over here and get a stick, and 
fill my stomaclL Isn 't it handy ? ' ' 



VERY early one moming Paddy 
the Beaver heard Sammy Jay 
making a terrible fuss over in 
the aspen-trees on the edge of the pond 
Paddy had made in the Green Forest. 
Paddy couldn't see because he was in- 
side his house, and it has no window, 
but he could hear. He .wrinkled up his 
brows thoughtfully. 

"Seems to me that Sammy is very 
much excited this morning,'* said he, 
talking to himself, a way he has because 
he is so much alone. "When he 
screams like that, Sammy is usually 
trying to do two things at once — ^make 
trouble for somebody and keep some- 


body else out of trouble ; and when you 
come to think of it, that's rather a 
funny way of doing. It shows that he 
isn't all bad, and at the same time he is 
a long way from being all good. Now, 
I should say from the sounds that 
Sammy has discovered Reddy Fox try- 
ing to steal up on some one over where 
my aspen-trees are growing, Reddy is 
afraid of me, but I suspect that he 
knows thaj; Peter Rabbit has been 
hanging around here a lot lately, 
watching me work, and he thinks per- 
haps he can catch Peter. I shall have 
to whisper in one of Peter's long ears 
and tell him to watch out. ' ' 

After a while he heard Sammy Jay's 
voice growing fainter and fainter in the 
Green Forest. Finally he couldn't 
hear it at all. ^ * Whoever was there has 
gone away, and Sammy has followed 
just to torment them," thought Paddy. 


He was very busy making a bed. He 
is very particular about his bed, is 
Paddy the Beaver. He makes it of fine 
splinters of wood which he splits ofE 
with those wonderful great cutting 
teeth of his. This makes the driest 
kind of a bed. It requires a great deal 
of patience and work, but patience is 
one of the first things a little Beaver 
learns, and honest work well done is one 
of the greatest pleasures in the world, 
as Paddy long ago found out for him- 
self. So he kept at work on his bed for 
some time after all was still outside. 

At last Paddy decided that he would 
go over to his aspen-trees and look them 
over to decide which ones he would cut 
the next night. He slid down one of 
his long halls, out the doorway at the 
bottom of the pond, and then swam up 
to the surface, where he floated for a 
few minutes with just his head out of 


water. And all the time his eyes and 
nose and ears were busy looking, smell- 
ing, and listening for any sign of dan- 
ger. Everything was still. Sure that 
he was quite safe, Paddy swam across 
to the place where the aspen-trees grew, 
and waddled out on the shore. 

Paddy looked this way and looked 
that way. He looked up in the tree 
tops, and he looked ofE up the hill, but 
most of all he looked at the groimd. 
Yes, Sir, Paddy just studied the ground. 
You see, he hadn't forgotten the fuss 
Sammy Jay had been making there, 
and he was trying to find out what it 
was all about. At first he didn't see 
anything unusual, but by and by he 
happened to notice a little wet place, 
and right in the middle of it was some- 
thing that made Paddy's eyes open 
wide. It was a footprint I Some one 
had carelessly stepped in the mud. 


**Ha!'' exclaimed Paddy, and the 
hair on his back lifted ever so little, and 
for a minute he had a prickly feeling all 
over. The footprint was very much 
like that of Reddy Fox, only it was 

**Ha!'' said Paddy again, **that cer- 
tainly is the footprint of Old Man 
Coyote I I see I have got to watch out 
more sharply than I had thought for. 
All right, Mr. Coyote ; now that I know 
you are about, you'll have to be smarter 
than I think you are to catch me. You 
certainly will be back here to-night 
looking for me, so I think ni do my 
cutting right now in the daytime.'^ 


at work. He had just cut down a 
good-sized aspen-tree and now he 
was gnawing it into short lengths to put 
in his food pile in the pond. As he 
worked, Paddy was doing a lot of 
thinking about the footprint of Old 
Man Coyote in a little patch of mud, for 
he knew that meant that Old Man 
Coyote had discovered his pond, and 
would be hanging around, hoping to 
catch Paddy off his guard. Paddy 
knew it just as well as if Old Man 
Coyote had told him so. That was why 
he was at work cutting his food supply 
in the daytime. Usually he works at 


nighty and he knew that Old Man 
Coyote knew it. 

"Hell try to catch me then,'' thought 
Paddy, "so 111 do my working on land 
now and fool hinu'' 

The tree he was catting began to 
sway and crack. Paddy cut ont one 
more big chip, then hurried away to a 
safe place while the tree feU with a 

"Thief! thief! thief!" screamed a 
voice just back of Paddy. 

"Hello, Sammy Jay! I see you 
don't feel any better than usual this 
morning," said Paddy. "Don't you 
want to sit up in this tree while I cut it 

Sammy grew black in the face with 
anger, for he knew that Paddy was 
laughing at him. You remember how 
only a few days before he had been so 
intent on calling Paddy bad names that 


he actually hadn't noticed that Paddy 
was cutting the very tree in which he 
was sitting, and so when it fell he had 
had a terrible fright. 

**You think you are very smart, Mr. 
Beaver, but you'll think differently one 
of these fine days!'' screamed Sammy. 
**If you knew what I know, you 
wouldn't be so well satisfied with your- 

**What do you know?" asked Paddy, 
pretending to be very much alarmed. 

*^I'm not going to tell you what I 
know," retorted Sammy Jay. **You'll 
find out soon enough. And when you 
do find out, you'll never steal another 
tree from our Green Forest. Some- 
body is going to catch you, and it isn't 
Farmer Brown's boy either!" 

Paddy pretended to be terribly 
frightened. **0h, who is it? Please 
tell me, Mr. Jay," he begged. 


Now to be called Mr. Jay made Sam- 
my feel very important. Nearly every- 
body else called him Sammy. He 
swelled himself out trying to look as im- 
portant as he felt, and his eyes snapped 
with pleasure. He was actually mak- 
ing Paddy the Beaver afraid. At least 
he thought he was. 

"No, Sir, I won't tell you,'' he re- 
plied. "I wouldn't be you for a great 
deal though ! Somebody who is smarter 
than you are is going to catch you, 
and when he gets through with you, 
there won't be anything left but a few 
bones. No, Sir, nothing but a few 

"Oh, Mr. Jay, this is terrible news I 
Whatever am I to do?" cried Paddy, 
all the time keeping right on at work 
cutting another tree. 

"There's nothing you can do," re- 
plied Sammy, grinning wickedly at 


Paddy's fright. ** There's nothing you 
can do unless you go right straight back 
to the North where you came from. 
You think you are very smart but — *' 

Sammy didn't finish. Crack I Over 
fell the tree Paddy had been cutting and 
the top of it fell straight into the alder in 
which Sammy was sitting. ** Oh 1 Oh I 
Help!'' shrieked Sammy, spreading his 
wings and flying away just in time. 

Paddy gat down and laughed imtil his 
sides ached. *^Come make me another 
call some day, Sammy!'' he said. 
^*And when you do, please bring some 
real news. I know all about Old Man 
Coyote. You can tell him for me that 
when he is planning to catch people he 
should be careful not to leave foot- 
prints to give himself away." 

Sammy didn't reply. He just 
sneaked off through the Green Forest, 
looking quite as foolish as he felt. 



Coyote has a crafty brain ; 

His wits are sharp his ends to gain. 

THERE is nothing in the world 
more true than that. Old Man 
Coyote has the craftiest brain of 
all the little people of the Green Forest 
or the Green Meadows. Sharp as are 
the wits of old Granny Fox, they are 
not quite as sharp as the wits of Old 
Man Coyote. If you want to fool him, 
you will have to get up very early in the 
morning, and then it is more than likely 
that you will be the one fooled, not he. 
There is very little going on around him 
that he doesn't know about. But once 
in a while something escapes him. The 
coming of Paddy the Beaver to the 


Green Forest was one of these things. 
He didn't know a thing about Paddy 
until Paddy had finished his dam and 
his house^ and was cutting his supply 
of food for the winter. 

You see, it was this way: When the 
Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother 
West Wind first heard what was going 
on in the Green Forest and hurried 
around over the Green Meadows and 
through the Green Forest to spread the 
news, as is their way, they took the 
greatest pains not to even hint it to Old 
Man Coyote because they were afraid 
that he would make trouble and per- 
haps drive Paddy away. The place 
that Paddy had chosen to build his dam 
was so deep in the Green Forest that 
Old Man Coyote seldom went that way. 
So it was that he knew nothing about 
Paddy, and Paddy knew nothing about 
him for some time. 


But after a while Old Man Coyote 
noticed that the little people of the 
Green Meadows were not about as much 
as usual. They seemed to have a se- 
cret of some kind. He mentioned the 
matter to his friend, Digger the 

Digger had been so intent on his own 
affairs that he hadn't noticed anything 
unusual, but when Old Man Coyote 
mentioned the matter he remembered 
that Blacky the Crow headed straight 
for the Green Forest every morning. 
Several times he had seen Sammy Jay 
flying in the same direction as if in a 
great hurry to get somewhere. 

Old Man Coyote grinned. ^* That's 
all I need to know, friend Digger,'' said 
he. **When Blacky the Crow and 
Sammy Jay visit a place more than 
once, something interesting is going on 
there. I think I'll take a stroll up 


through the Green Forest and have a 
look around'* 

With that, off Old Man Coyote 
started. But he was too sly and crafty 
to go straight to the Green Forest. He 
pretended to hunt around over the 
Green Meadows just as he usually did, 
all the time working nearer and nearer 
to the Green Forest. When he reached 
the edge of it, he slipped in among the 
trees, and when he felt sure that no one 
was likely to see him, he began to run 
this way and that way with his nose to 
the ground. 

**HaI'' he exclaimed presently, 
**Reddy Fox has been this way lately." 

Pretty soon he found another trail. 
**So,'' said he, ** Peter Rabbit has been 
over here a good deal of late, and his 
trail goes in the same direction as that 
of Reddy Fox. I guess all I have to do 
now is to follow Peter's trail, and it 


will lead me to what I want to find 

So Old Man Covote followed Peter's 


trail, and he presently came to the pond 
of Paddy the Beaver. **Hal" said he, 
as he looked out and saw Paddy's new 
house. "So there is a newcomer to the 
Green Forest! I have always heard 
that Beaver is very good eating. My 
stomach begins to feel empty this very 
minute.'' His mouth began to water, 
and a fierce, hungry look shone in his 
yellow eyes. 

It was just then that Sammy Jay saw 
him and began to scream at the top of 
his lungs so that Paddy the Beaver over 
in his house heard him. Old Man 
Coyote knew that it was of no use to 
stay longer with Sammy Jay about, so 
he took a hasty look at the pond and 
found where Paddy came ashore to cut 
his food. Then, shaking his fist at 


Sammy Jay, he started straight back 
for the Green Meadows. **I'll just pay 
a visit here in the night,'* said he, **and 
give Mr. Beaver a surprise while he is 
at work.'* 

But with all his craft. Old Man 
Coyote didn't notice that he had left a 
footprint in the mud. 



stretched out in Ms favorite 
napping place on the Green 
Meadows. He was thinking of what he 
had found out up in the Green Forest 
that morning — ^that Paddy the Beaver 
was living there. Old Man Coyote's 
thoughts seemed very pleasant to him- 
self, though really . they were very 
dreadful thoughts. You see, he was 
thinking how easy it was going to be to 
catch Paddy the Beaver, and what a 
splendid meal he would make. He 
Ucked his chops at the thought. 

**He doesn't know I know he's here,'* 
thought Old Man Coyote. **In fact, I 


don't believe he even knows that I am 
anywhere around. Of course, he won't 
be watching for me. He cuts his trees 
at night, so all I will have to do is to 
hide right close by where he is at work, 
and he'll walk right into my mouth. 
Sammy Jay knows I was up there this 
morning, but Sammy sleeps at night, 
so he will not give the alarm. My, my, 
how good that Beaver will taste 1" He 
licked his chops once more, then 
yawned and closed his eyes for a nap. 
Old Man Coyote waited until jolly, 
round, red Mr. Sun had gone to bed be- 
hind the Purple Hills, and the Black 
Shadows had crept out across the 
Green Meadows. Then, keeping in the 
blackest of them, and looking very 
much like a shadow himself, he slipped 
into the Green Forest. It was dark in 
there, and he made straight for Pad- 
dy's new pond, trotting along swiftly 


without making a sound. When he 
was near the aspen-trees which he knew 
Paddy was planning to cut, he crept 
forward very slowly and carefully. 
Everything was still as still could be. 

'^Goodr' thought Old Man Coyote. 
"I am here first, and now all I need do 
is to hide and wait for Paddy to come 

So he stretched himself flat behind 
some brush close beside the little path 
Paddy had made up from the edge of 
the water and waited. It was very 
still, so still that it seemed almost as if 
he could hear his heart beat. He could 
see the little stars twinkling in the sky 
and their own reflections twinkling 
back at them from the water of Paddy's 
pond. Old Man Coyote waited and 
waited. He is very patient when there 
is something to gain by it. For such a 
splendid dinner as Paddy the Beaver 


would make he felt that he could well 
afford to be patient. So he waited and 
waited, and everything was as stiU as 
if no living thing but the trees were 
there. Even the trees seemed to be 

At last, after a long, long time, he 
heard just the faintest splash. He 
pricked up his ears and peeped out on 
the pond with the hungriest look in his 
yellow eyes. There was a little line of 
silver coming straight towards him. 
He knew that it was made by Paddy 
the Beaver swimming. Nearer and 
nearer it drew. Old Man Coyote 
chuckled way down deep inside, with- 
out making a sound. He could see 
Paddy's head now, and Paddy was 
coming straight in, as if he hadn't a 
fear in the world. 

Almost to the edge of the pond swam 
Paddy. Then he stopped. In a few 


minutes he began to swim again, but 
this time it was back in the direction of 
his house, and he seemed to be carrying 
something. It was one of the little 
food logs he had cut that day, and he 
was taking it out to his storehouse. 
Then back he came for another. And 
so he kept on, never once coming 
ashore. Old Man Coyote waited until 
Paddy had carried the last log to his 
storehouse and then, with a loud whack 
on the water with his broad tail, had 
dived and disappeared in his house. 

Then Old Man Coyote arose and 
started elsewhere to look for his dinner, 
and in his heart was bitter disappoint- 


FOR three nights Old Man Coyote 
had stolen up through the Green 
Forest with the coming of the 
Black Shadows and had hidden among 
the aspen-trees where Paddy the 
Beaver cut his food, and for three 
nights Paddy had failed to come 
ashore. Each night he had seemed to 
have enough food logs in the water to 
keep him busy without cutting more. 
Old Man Coyote lay there, and the hun- 
gry look in his eyes changed to one of 
doubt and then to suspicion. Could it 
be that Paddy the Beaver was smarter 
than he thought? It began to look 
very much as if Paddy knew perfectly 
well that he was hiding there each 


night. Yes, Sir, that's the way it 
looked. For three nights Paddy hadn't 
cut a single tree, and yet each night he 
had plenty of food logs ready to take 
to his storehouse in the pond. 

"That means that he comes ashore 
in the daytime and cuts his trees,'' 
thought Old Man Coyote as, tired and 
with black anger in his heart, he trotted 
home the third night. "He couldn't 
have found out about me himself; he 
isn't smart enough. It must be that 
some one has told him. And nobody 
knows that I have been over there but 
Sammy Jay. It must be he who has 
been the tattletale. I think I'll visit 
Paddy by daylight to-morrow, and then 
we'll see!" 

Now the trouble with some smart 
people is that they are never able to be- 
lieve that others may be as smart as 
they. Old Man Coyote didn't know 


that the first time he had visited Pad- 
dy's pond he had left behind him a foot- 
print in a little patch of soft mud. If 
he had known it, he wouldn't have be- 
lieved that Paddy would be smart 
enough to guess what that footprint 
meant. So Old Man Coyote laid all the 
blame at the door of Sammy Jay, and 
that very morning, when Sammy came 
flying over the Green Meadows, Old 
Man Coyote accused him of being a tat- 
tletale and threatened the most dread- 
ful things to Sammy if ever he caught 

Now Sammy had flown down to the 
Green Meadows to tell Old Man Coyote 
how Paddy was doing all his work on 
land in the daytime. But when Old 
Man Coyote began to call him a tattle- 
tale and accuse him of having warned 
Paddy, and to threaten dreadful things, 
he straightway forgot all his anger at 


Paddy and turned it all on Old Man 
Coyote. He called him everything he 
could think of, and this was a great 
deal, for Sammy has a wicked tongue. 
When he hadn't any breath left, he flew 
over to the Green Forest, and there he 
hid where he could watch all that was 
going on. 

That afternoon Old Man Coyote 
tried his new plan. He slipped into 
the Green Forest, looking this way and 
that way to be sure that no one saw him. 
Then very, very softly, he crept up 
through the Green Forest towards the 
pond of Paddy the Beaver. As he 
drew near, he heard a crash, and it 
made him smile. He knew what it 
meant. It meant that Paddy was at 
work cutting down trees. With his 
stomach almost on the ground, he crept 
forward little by little, little by little, 
taking the greatest care not to rustle so 


much as a leaf. Presently he reached 
a place where he could see the aspen 
trees, and there sure enough was Pad- 
dy, sitting up on his hind legs and hard 
at work cutting another tree. 

Old Man Coyote lay down for a few 
minutes to watch. Then he wriggled a 
little nearer. Slowly and carefully he 
drew his legs under him and made 
ready for a rush. Paddy the Beaver 
was his at last I At just that very 
minute a harsh scream rang out right 
over his head ^ * Thief ! thief I thief!'' 

It was Sammy Jay, who had silently 
followed him all the way. Paddy the 
Beaver didn't stop to even look around. 
He knew what that scream meant, and 
he scrambled down his little path to the 
water as he never had scrambled before. 
And as he dived with a great splash, Old 
Man Coyote landed with a great jump 
on the very edge of the pond. 

' Come on in; tin- wiiti-r's fin.-; ■" willwl I'liddy. 
J'nfrr 9!). 


PADDY THE BEAVER floated in 
his pond and grinned in the most 
provoking way at Old Man 
Coyote, who had so nearly caught him. 
Old Man Coyote fairly danced with an- 
ger on the bank. He had felt so sure 
of Paddy that time that it was hard 
work to believe that Paddy had really 
gotten away from him. He bared his 
long cruel teeth, and he looked very 
fierce and ugly. 

^^Come on in; the water's fine I" 
called Paddy. 

Now, of course, this wasn't a nice 
thing for Paddy to do, for it only made 
Old Man Coyote all the angrier. You 


see, Paddy knew perfectly well that he 
was absolutely safe, and he just couldn't 
resist the temptation to say some un- 
kind things. He had had to be on the 
watch for days lest he should be caught, 
and so he hadn't been able to work quite 
so well as he could have done with noth- 
ing to fear, and he still had a lot of 
preparations to make for winter. So 
he told Old Man Coyote just what he 
thought of him, and that he wasn't as 
smart as he thought he was or he never 
would have left a footprint in the mud 
to give him away. 

When Sammy Jay, who was listening 
and chuckling as he listened, heard 
that, he flew down where he would be 
just out of reach of Old Man Coyote, 
and then he just turned that tongue of 
his loose, and you know that some peo- 
ple say that Sammy's tongue is hung in 
the middle and wags at both ends. Of 


course, this isn't really so, but when he 
gets to abusing people it seems as if it 
must be true. He called Old Man 
Coyote every bad name he could think 
of. He called him a sneak, a thief, a 
coward, a bully, and a lot of other 

**You said I had warned Paddy that 
you were trying to catch him and 
that was why you failed to find him at 
work at night, and all the time you 
had warned him yourself I'' screamed 
Sammy. **I used to think that you 
were smart,, but I know better now. 
Paddy is twice as smart as you are. ' ' 

Mr. Coyote is ever so sly ; 
Mr. Coyote is clever and spry ; 

If you believe all you hear. 
Mr. Coyote is naught of the kind ; 
Mr. Coyote is stupid and blind ; 

He can't catch a flea on his ear.'' 

Paddy the Beaver laughed till the 
tears came at Sammy's foolish verse, 


but it made Old Man Coyote angrier 
than ever. He was angry with Paddy 
for escaping from him, and he was an- 
gry with Sammy, terribly angry, and 
the worst of it was he couldn't catch 
either one, for one was at home in the 
water and the other was at home in the 
air and he couldn't follow in either 
place. Finally he saw it was of no use 
to stay there to be laughed at, so, mut- 
tering and grumbling, he started for 
the Green Meadows. 

As soon as he was out of sight Paddy 
turned to Sammy Jay. 

**Mr. Jay,'' said he, knowing how it 
pleased Sammy to be called mister, 
*'Mr. Jay, you have done me a mighty 
good turn to-day, and I am not going 
to forget it. You can call me what you 
please and scream at me all you please, 
but you won't get any satisfaction out 
of it, because I simply won 't get angry. 


I will say to myself, *Mr. Jay saved my 
life the other day/ and then I won't 
mind your tongue, ' ' 

Now this made Sammy feel very 
proud and very happy. You know it is 
very seldom that he hears anything nice 
said of him. He flew down on the 
stump of one of the trees Paddy had 
cut. ^^ Let's be friends/' said he. 

^*With all my heart!'' replied Paddy. 



PADDY sat looking thoughtfully at 
the aspen-trees he would have to 
cut to complete his store of food 
for the winter. All those near the edge 
of his pond had been cut. The others 
were scattered about some little dis- 
tance away. ^*I don't know,'' said 
Paddy out loud. **I don't know." 

**What don't you know?" asked 
Sammy Jay, who, now that he and 
Paddy had become friends, was very 
much interested in what Paddy was do- 

^^Why," repHed Paddy, ^^I don't 
know just how I am going to get those 
trees. Now that Old Man Coyote is 
watching for me, it isn't safe for me to 


go very far from my pond. I suppose 
I could dig a canal up to some of the 
nearest trees and then float them down 
to the pond, but it is hard to work and 
keep sharp watch for enemies at the 
same time. I guess I '11 have to be con- 
tent with some of these alders growing 
close to the water, but the bark of as- 
pens is so much better that I — ^I wish 
I could get them." 

** What's a canal?'' asked Sammy ab- 

**A canal? Why, a canal is a kind 
of ditch in which water can run," re- 
plied Paddy. 

Sammy nodded. "I've seen Farmer 
Brown dig one over on the Green 
Meadows, but it looked like a great deal 
of work. I didn't suppose that any one 
else could do it. Do you really mean 
that you can dig a canal, Paddy?" 

**0f course I mean it," replied Paddy, 


in a surprised tone of voice. "I have 
helped dig lots of canals. You ought 
to see some of them back where I came 

**I*d like to/' repUed Sammy. **I 
think it is perfectly wonderful. I 
don't see how you do if 

**It's easy enough when you know 
how,'' replied Paddy. **If I dared to, 
I'd show you." 

Sammy had a sudden idea. It al- 
most made him gasp. * ' I tell you what, 
you work and I'll keep watch!" he 
cried. *^You know my eyes are very 

**Will you?" cried Paddy eagerly. 
**That would be perfectly splendid. 
You have the sharpest eyes of any one 
whom I know, and I would feel per- 
fectly safe with you on watch. But I 
don't want to put you to all that trouble, 
Mr. Jay." 


*^0f course I will/' replied Sammy, 
**and it won't be any trouble at all. 
I'll just love to do it." You see, it 
made Sammy feel very proud to have 
Paddy say that he had such sharp eyes. 
**When will you begin?" 

^^ Right away, if you will just take a 
look around and see that it is perfectly 
safe for me to come out on land. ' ' 

Sammy didn't wait to hear more. 
He spread his beautiful blue wings and 
started off over the Green Forest 
straight for the Green Meadows. 
Paddy watched him go with a puzzled 
and disappointed air. *^ That's fun- 
ny," thought he. **I thought he really 
meant it, and now off he goes without 
even saying good-by." 

In a little while back came Sammy, 
all out of breath. **It's all right," he 
panted. **You can go to work just as 
soon as you please." 


Paddy looked more puzzled than 
ever. **How do you knowf he asked. 
^*I haven't seen you looking around/' 

**I did better than that,*' replied 
Sammy. **if Old Man Coyote had 
been hiding somewhere in the Green 
Forest, it might have taken me some 
time to find him. But he isn't. You 
see, I flew straight over to his home in 
the Green Meadows to see if he is there, 
and he is. He's taking a sun-bath and 
looking as cross as two sticks. I don't 
think he'll be back here this morning, 
but 111 keep a sharp watch while you 

Paddy made Sammy a low bow. 
**You certainly are smart, Mr. Jay," 
said he. **I wouldn't have thought of 
going over to Old Man Coyote's home 
to see if he was there. I'll feel per- 
fectly safe with you on guard. Now 
I'll get to work." 



JERRY MUSKRAT had been home 
at the Smiling Pool for several 
days. But he couldn't stay there 
long. Oh, my, no ! He just had to get 
back to see what his big cousin, Paddy 
the Beaver, was doing. So as soon as 
he was sure that everything was all 
right at the Smiling Pool he hurried 
back up the Laughing Brook to Pad- 
dy's pond, deep in the Green Forest. 
As soon as he was in sight of it, he 
looked eagerly for Paddy. At first he 
didn't see him. Then he stopped and 
gazed over at the place where Paddy 
had been cutting aspen-trees for food. 
Something was going on there, some- 
thing queer. He couldn't make it out* 


Sammy ^s eyes snapped angrily, and 
he darted down at Jerry's little brown 
head. **It isn't truel'' he shrieked. 
^^You ask Paddy if I'm not helping!" 

Jerry ducked under water to escape 
Sammy's sharp bill. When he came 
up again, Sammy was over in the little 
grove of aspen-trees where Paddy was 
at work. Then Jerry discovered some- 
thing. What was it? Why a little 
water-path led right up to the aspen- 
trees, and there, at the end of the little 
water-path, was Paddy the Beaver 
hard at work. He was digging and pil- 
ing the earth on one side very neatly. 
In fact, he was making the water-path 
longer. Jerry swam right up the little 
water-path to where Paddy was work- 
ing. **Good morning. Cousin Paddy," 
said he. **What are you doing?" 

**0h," replied Paddy, ** Sammy Jay 
and I are building a canal. ' ' 


Sammy Jay looked down at Jerry in 
triumph, and Jerry looked at Paddy as 
if he thought that he was joking. 

"Sammy Jayf What's Sammy Jay 
got to do about itf demanded Jerry, 

"A whole lot/* replied Paddy. 
"You see, he keeps watch while I work. 
If he didn't, I couldn't work, and there 
wouldn't be any canal. Old Man 
Coyote has been trying to catch me, and 
I wouldn't dare work on shore if it 
wasn't that I am sure that the sharpest 
eyes in the Green Forest are watching 
for danger." 

Sammy Jay looked very much 
pleased indeed and very proud. "So 
you see it takes both of us to make this 
canal ; I dig while Sammy watches. So 
we are building it together," concluded 
Paddy with a twinkle in his eyes. 

"I see," said Jerry slowly. Then he 
turned to Sammy Jay. "I beg your 


pardon, Sammy/' said he. **I do, in- 

** That's all right," replied Sammy 
airily, **What do you think of our 
canal r' 

**I think it is wonderful," replied 

And indeed it was a very fine canal, 
straight, wide, and deep enough for 
Paddy to swim in and float his logs out 
to the pond. 'Yes, indeed, it was a very 
fine canal. 



"Sharp his tongue and sharp his eyes — 
Sammy guards against surprise. 
If 'twere not for Sammy Jay 
I could do no work to-day/* 

WHEN Sammy overheard Paddy 
the Beaver say that to Jerry 
Muskrat, it made him swell 
up all over with pure pride. You 
see, Sammy is so used to hearing 
bad things about himself that to hear 
something nice like that pleased him im- 
mensely. He straightway forgot all the 
mean things he had said to Paddy when 
he first saw him — how he had called him 
a thief because he had cut the aspen- 
trees he needed. He forgot all this. 


He forgot how Paddy had made him the 
laughing-stock of the Green Forest 
and the Green Meadows by cutting 
down the very tree in which he had been 
sitting. He forgot everything but that 
Paddy had trusted him to keep watch 
and now was saying nice things about 
him. He made up his mind that he 
would deserve all the nice things that 
Paddy could say, and he thought that 
Paddy was the finest fellow in the 

Jerry Muskrat looked doubtful. He 
didn^t trust Sammy, and he took care 
not to go far from the water when he 
heard that Old Man Coyote had been 
hanging around. But Paddy worked 
away just as if he hadn't a fear in the 

**The way to make people want to be 
trusted is to trust them,'' said he to 
himself. **If I show Sammy Jay that 


I don't really trust him, he will think 
it is of no use to try and will give it up. 
But if I do trust him, and he knows 
that I do, hell be the best watchman 
in the Green Foresf 

And this shows that Paddy the 
Beaver has a great deal of wisdom, for 
it was just as he thought Sammy was 
on hand bright and early every morn- 
ing. He made sure that Old Man 
Coyote was nowhere in the Green For- 
est, and then he settled himself com- 
fortably in the top of a tall pine-tree 
where he could see all that was go- 
ing on while Paddy the Beaver 

Paddy had finished his canal, and a 
beautiful canal it was, leading straight 
from his pond up to the aspen-trees. 
As soon as he had finished it, he began 
to cut the trees. As soon as one was 
down he would cut it into short lengths 


and roll them into the canaL Then he 
would float them out to his pond and 
over to his storehouse. He took the 
larger branches, on which there was 
sweet, tender bark, in the same way, for 
Paddy is never wasteful 

After a while he went over to his 
storehouse, which, you know, was noth- 
ing but a great pile of aspen-logs and 
branches in his pond close by his house. 
He studied it very carefully. Then he 
swam back and climbed ud on the bank 
of his canal. 

^*Mr. Jay,'' said he, *^I think our 
work is about finished. ' ' 

**WhatI'' cried Sammy, ^^ Aren't you 
going to cut the rest of those aspen- 

**No," replied Paddy. '^Enough is 
always enough, and I've got enough to 
last me all winter. I want those trees 
for next year. Now I am fixed for the 


winter. I think 111 take it easy for a 

Sammy looked disappointed. You 
see he had just begun to learn that the 
greatest pleasure in the world comes 
from doing things for other people. 
For the first time since he could remem- 
ber some one wanted him around and it 
gave him such a good feeling down deep 
inside 1 Perhaps it was because he re- 
membered that good feeling that the 
next spring he was so willing and anx- 
ious to help poor Mrs. Quack. What 
he did for her and all about her terrible 
adventures I will tell you in the next