At times there were from six to ten young beavers engaged in this sport, and now and then one of the older beavers would waddle to the top of the slide and take a turn with the youngsters.
One afternoon, when the toboggan was particularly wet and slippery from recent use, Baree went up the beaver path to the top of the bank, and began investigating.

Nowhere had he found the beaver smell so strong as on the slide.

He began sniffing and incautiously went too far.

In an instant his feet shot out from under him, and with a single wild yelp he went shooting down the toboggan.

For the second time in his life he found himself struggling under water, and when a minute or two later he dragged himself up through the soft mud to the firmer footing of the shore, he had at last a very well-defined opinion of beaver play.
It may be that Umisk saw him.