He went to the end of the bar, and turned up on the green shore where the young grass was like velvet under his paws.

Here he began turning over small stones for ants.

He chased a chipmunk that ran a close and furious race with him for twenty seconds.

A little later a huge snow-shoe rabbit got up almost under his nose, and he chased that until in a dozen long leaps Wapoos disappeared in a thicket.

Neewa wrinkled up his nose and emitted a squeaky snarl.