He was still very hungry, for three crayfish--scattered through the day--had not done much to fill the emptiness that was growing steadily in him.
With the approach of night Baree's fears and great loneliness returned.
Before the day had quite gone he found soft bed of sand.

Since his fight with Papayuchisew, he had traveled a long distance, and the rock under which he made his bed this night was at least eight or nine miles from the windfall.

It was in the open of the creek bottom, with and when the moon rose, and the stars filled the sky, Baree could look out and see the water of the stream shimmering in a glow almost as bright as day.

Directly in front of him, running to the water's edge, was a broad carpet of white sand.

Across this sand, half an hour later, came a huge black bear.
Until Baree had seen the otters at play in the creek, his conceptions of the forests had not gone beyond his own kind, and such creatures as owls and rabbits and small feathered things.