It may be that very soon the story of his adventure was known by all the inhabitants of Beaver Town.

For when Baree came upon Umisk eating his supper of alder bark that evening, Umisk stood his ground to the last inch, and for the first time they smelled noses.

At least Baree sniffed audibly, and plucky little Umisk sat like a rolled-up sphinx.

That was the final cementing of their friendship--on Baree's part.

He capered about extravagantly for a few moments, telling Umisk how much he liked him, and that they'd be great chums.