For in him was the dog, with its generations of subdued and sleeping instincts--and all that night the dog in him kept Baree to the top of his rock.
Next morning Baree found many crayfish along the creek, and he feasted on their succulent flesh until he felt that he would never be hungry again.

Nothing had tasted quite so good since he had eaten the partridge of which he had robbed Sekoosew the ermine.
In the middle of the afternoon Baree came into a part of the forest that was very quiet and very peaceful.

The creek had deepened.

In places its banks swept out until they formed small ponds.

Twice he made considerable detours to get around these ponds.